A brain full of wicked-cool stuff

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Last week I finished this month’s Book Club assignment. Which sucked. Really sucked. It sucked in a way that made me want to go back to reading Chick Lit and Twilight exclusively. For one thing, I didn’t like the main character (who managed to show up only every other chapter—I’m not sure if that helped or hurt), I didn’t like the story, I didn’t care for the way the story was told, and basically, I didn’t care about anything or anyone. The only reason I bothered to finish is because I hadn’t made it to the end of a book in nearly a month, because of the NBA playoffs and trying to get my own novel all nice and polished for “Bridget.”
I read quite a bit. A few books a month, usually two or three going at the same time. A bit of fiction, but mostly serious, heavy non-fiction historical biographies. Ha-ha. Yeah, right. I’m strickly a novels girl.
Anyway…I finished the sucky book.
And in the end, my main question was answered: What is a Sarajevo Haggadah? Turns out it’s some way-ancient Jewish pray book. Not to sound too disrespectful and unfeeling, but who bloody cares?
Which made me wonder…
How much useless pseudo information have I gained from books?
Lately I’ve learned about…Chinese foot binding


How to make a sociopathic murderer by age 14

How to live on an English canal barge (and many other canal barge lock things, home repair, more houseboats, gardening and a rescued greyhound named Caroline)

Ok. It’s settle then. I heart books. No matter what.

A brain full of wicked-cool stuff

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Last week I finished this month’s Book Club assignment. Which sucked. Really sucked. It sucked in a way that made me want to go back to reading Chick Lit and Twilight exclusively. For one thing, I didn’t like the main character (who managed to show up only every other chapter—I’m not sure if that helped or hurt), I didn’t like the story, I didn’t care for the way the story was told, and basically, I didn’t care about anything or anyone. The only reason I bothered to finish is because I hadn’t made it to the end of a book in nearly a month, because of the NBA playoffs and trying to get my own novel all nice and polished for “Bridget.”
I read quite a bit. A few books a month, usually two or three going at the same time. A bit of fiction, but mostly serious, heavy non-fiction historical biographies. Ha-ha. Yeah, right. I’m strickly a novels girl.
Anyway…I finished the sucky book.
And in the end, my main question was answered: What is a Sarajevo Haggadah? Turns out it’s some way-ancient Jewish pray book. Not to sound too disrespectful and unfeeling, but who bloody cares?
Which made me wonder…
How much useless pseudo information have I gained from books?
Lately I’ve learned about…Chinese foot binding


How to make a sociopathic murderer by age 14

How to live on an English canal barge (and many other canal barge lock things, home repair, more houseboats, gardening and a rescued greyhound named Caroline)

Ok. It’s settle then. I heart books. No matter what.

Where My Girls At…

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Happy Independence Day, America!

Ann Coulter: “If the American people can handle Hillary’s ankles, then we can handle these photos” [of the shot up OBL].

Sarah Palin: “America’s finest – our men and women in uniform, are a force for good throughout the world, and that is nothing to apologize for.”Laura Ingraham: “We the people are supposed to be thrilled to ride alone on (the Obamas) ego trip, oohing and aahing about how they look, how they act, and just their overall awesomeness.”Just fabulous!

Where My Girls At…

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Happy Independence Day, America!

Ann Coulter: “If the American people can handle Hillary’s ankles, then we can handle these photos” [of the shot up OBL].

Sarah Palin: “America’s finest – our men and women in uniform, are a force for good throughout the world, and that is nothing to apologize for.”Laura Ingraham: “We the people are supposed to be thrilled to ride alone on (the Obamas) ego trip, oohing and aahing about how they look, how they act, and just their overall awesomeness.”Just fabulous!

Glutten for punishment? Maybe?

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“Coleridge was a drug addict. Poe was an alcoholic. Marlowe was killed by a man whom he was treacherously trying to stab. Pope took money to keep a woman’s name out of a satire then wrote a piece so that she could still be recognized anyhow. Chatterton killed himself. Byron was accused of incest. Do you still want to a writer – and if so, why?”

-Bennett Cerf

Glutten for punishment? Maybe?

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“Coleridge was a drug addict. Poe was an alcoholic. Marlowe was killed by a man whom he was treacherously trying to stab. Pope took money to keep a woman’s name out of a satire then wrote a piece so that she could still be recognized anyhow. Chatterton killed himself. Byron was accused of incest. Do you still want to a writer – and if so, why?”

-Bennett Cerf

My little lovelies

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A couple of Home Improovy things I’ve completed in the past week:
Ceiling fan. Installed by yours truly (with a little help from handyman–who inserted exactly one screw.)
Gorgeous tiffany lamp. I sit and stare at it.

Blackout blinds. (With a DOUBLE ROD, hello!) They feel better than they look.



What’s next? New headboard. Paint office/writing room (red or robins egg blue)


For a while, however, I think I’ll just rest. And stare at my pretty lamp.

My little lovelies

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A couple of Home Improovy things I’ve completed in the past week:
Ceiling fan. Installed by yours truly (with a little help from handyman–who inserted exactly one screw.)
Gorgeous tiffany lamp. I sit and stare at it.

Blackout blinds. (With a DOUBLE ROD, hello!) They feel better than they look.



What’s next? New headboard. Paint office/writing room (red or robins egg blue)


For a while, however, I think I’ll just rest. And stare at my pretty lamp.

Those kids say the darnest things….

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I’ve spent the last two days at an off-site Marketing/Engineering meeting. As a kick-off ice breaker, we went around the room: Name. Position. Years with Company. Personal Fun Fact.
Here are some shared “Fun” Facts:
“I live in the country, like where people drop off dogs. I usually shoot those.”
“Every Sunday, I give free Mohawks on my back porch.”
“I can do the splits.” (This was a guy. Then he demonstrated.)
“In college, I majored in both archery and fly fishing.”
“I hate golf.” (Then there was a collective, horrified gasp.)
“I love nature, so I’ve decided to become an amateur gynecologist—I mean geologist.”

Other Things Overheard:
“I’ll be brief.” (said by noted long-wind)
The guy sitting next to me taking a drink of Dr Pepper then swishing it around in his mouth. I wanted to scream.
“I had a cookie.” “Good for you.”
“Which one of you was singing “Me & Bobby McGee” at the bar last night?”
“You had me at ‘Hitler.’”
“After (name redacted) sat on my lap, I had to pour mouth wash all over my body.”
“What’s he talking about?” “I have no idea.”

Other Things Over-seen:
Many pairs of Wranglers
Lots of khakis with front pleats
One cowboy hat
One empty bottle of Ozarka with chew spit in the bottom
For than one fu manchu stache

Side note. The hotel we stayed at used to be Hotel Texas—where JFK spent his last night. This was hanging in my bathroom. Kind of creepy/cool…

Those kids say the darnest things….

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I’ve spent the last two days at an off-site Marketing/Engineering meeting. As a kick-off ice breaker, we went around the room: Name. Position. Years with Company. Personal Fun Fact.
Here are some shared “Fun” Facts:
“I live in the country, like where people drop off dogs. I usually shoot those.”
“Every Sunday, I give free Mohawks on my back porch.”
“I can do the splits.” (This was a guy. Then he demonstrated.)
“In college, I majored in both archery and fly fishing.”
“I hate golf.” (Then there was a collective, horrified gasp.)
“I love nature, so I’ve decided to become an amateur gynecologist—I mean geologist.”

Other Things Overheard:
“I’ll be brief.” (said by noted long-wind)
The guy sitting next to me taking a drink of Dr Pepper then swishing it around in his mouth. I wanted to scream.
“I had a cookie.” “Good for you.”
“Which one of you was singing “Me & Bobby McGee” at the bar last night?”
“You had me at ‘Hitler.’”
“After (name redacted) sat on my lap, I had to pour mouth wash all over my body.”
“What’s he talking about?” “I have no idea.”

Other Things Over-seen:
Many pairs of Wranglers
Lots of khakis with front pleats
One cowboy hat
One empty bottle of Ozarka with chew spit in the bottom
For than one fu manchu stache

Side note. The hotel we stayed at used to be Hotel Texas—where JFK spent his last night. This was hanging in my bathroom. Kind of creepy/cool…