cool beans

I just finished reading Talk Before Sleep by Elizabeth Berg. I started crying in the middle and didn’t stop until just about now. My eyes are puffy and I can’t see quite right and I feel like I just got home from a funeral.

It was good.

Books
I set a goal to read 45 books in 2008. Last night I counted up what I’ve read since January.

I’m gleefully looking forward to reading 36 more books this year. With roughly eight months to go, that’s what? Four and a halfish books a month. HA. PIECE OF CAKE. I can do that with my eyes closed!

You should consider putting the following books in front of your open eyeballs:

Fat Girl’s Guide to Life by Wendy Shanker
The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly
No Country For Old Men by that crazy motherfarker, Cormac McCarthy

I invite you to browse my to-read shelf on Goodreads.com and make suggestions and recommendations. I am not opposed to adding more titles to that list. Let’s go crazy, let’s get nuts. Let’s make that list impossible to complete!

Blogs
I’ve been mulling over what I should do with this site. Nothing? Something? Everything? I haven’t been spending much time online lately and I like it. But I do wonder if I should do something about this space.

I went through my neglected feed reader today and cut it in half. I waffled about making cuts and decided that I can always add back. What does it matter if someone’s on my list if I’m never reading?

Babies
I’ve had a touch of baby fever lately. If someone has an infant they would like to loan to me occasionally, I would be grateful. I think having a baby around would be the shot in the arm I need to get over this already.

I really do want a puppy. You can offer to loan me yours, but I will keep it. You’ve been warned.

None of you may be wondering why I didn’t write anything for a month. The same number of you might be wondering why I didn’t read your blog for a month. Let me tell you why:

I’m not sure. Sorry.

I spent some time participating on a message board I frequented before I began screaming for attention over here. I obsessed over Big Brother and kept up with American Idol. I started five books and didn’t finish any. I looked for everyone I know and everyone I don’t know on MySpace. I did some laundry, spent a weekend away with my family. I napped once or twice. I watched Tourette’s Guy on YouTube.* I, too, want to know:

Who gives a shit about Big Foot?

I’m tweaking my template because it’s easier than writing right now, so please be patient if you stop by and everything is sideways.

I’ve got some good stories to share. During my hiatus, my glasses snapped in half and my husband “fixed” them. I tracked down my former BFF online and the thing we have in common now? Pretty much gave me a coronary. My brother is off fighting the forgotten war and has issued a plea for help. Also, I pretty much rock and you want to hear all about it.

We’ll talk soon.

*I have this idea that everyone who reads this blog is a nice, sweet, gentle person who is the most politically correct citizen of the world. If that is true, you do not want to watch Tourette’s Guy on YouTube. Not only is the content offensive, but the fact that I watched it all and laughed until my forehead exploded is even more offensive. But I’m throwing it out there because there are some excellent, random quotes in there, Bob Saget. If you do go looking, please note that it is NSFW.

I logged in with the intention of making my fingers say something compelling, but WordPress went and changed everything up while I was out and WHOA! It looks all different and junk.

Things are good here. Supafine and such. More later, I’m sure.