I am.

I am intelligent.
I am beautiful.
I am fun.
I am smart.
I am witty.
I am creative.
I am a mother.
I am a wife.
I am occasionally lonely.
I am mostly happy.
I am more than what is imagined.
I am not a stereotype.
I am a woman.
I am a human.
I am free spirit, soul, ever wandering.

 

Engaging Men by Lynda Curnyn: a review

I had high hopes for this book, it looked funny from the cover and the blip on the back made me feel like I could kind of get into it. Once I started reading it though I realized it wasn’t my cup of tea.

There was no way I could relate to the main character Angie DiFranco. She is a 31 year old actor in NYC who is sad that her ex boyfriends are all getting married as are many of her friends.

I knew going into this that it would be a romance, but I was very disappointed by her insinuation that all women want to get married and that none of them would be happy about their decision to.

Angie ends up manipulating her current boyfriend of almost 2 years, with the advice of a former friend/current coworker. Kirk, the current boyfriend is a dedicated computer programmer from Massachusetts who is far more concerned with his career than his relationships, but luckily he is attractive and good on bed, which it turns out are his only redeeming qualities.

With the help of her BFFs, and hottie roommate Justin, Angie realizes that what she’s doing is probably not best for her future.

About halfway through this book I finally got interested in it. And we ended up with a pretty good story. The main character grows as a person, her friends and family become more interesting, and we see what happens when a creative free spirit actor who likes spending money tries to get engaged to an uptight budget minded workaholic who has dreams of becoming just like his racist, conservative, kind of crazy parents. Here’s a hint: it doesn’t end well.

Lucky for Angie, her hottie roommate breaks up with his long distance girlfriend and the story becomes more interesting. To bad it had to be in the last 20 pages because Justin was the only truly interesting character in the whole book.

Oh well, I should have known that it wasn’t going to be fantastic since it even says on the cover it’s “Sex and the City with more heart”

The Trial of Goody Goodrich

Written by a great friend of mine 😉 This is most certainly worth the read.

Rob's Surf Report

Old Goody Goodrich,
accused as a witch,
was summoned to trial one day.
She just wouldn’t budge
and confess for the judge,
so the hangman, he took her away.

The officer stood
and made his complaint;
The townsfolk, they all turned so red!
Old Goody Goodrich,
convicted a witch,
was sentenced to hang until dead.

The hangman, no dope,
made ready his rope —
made certain the trestles were true;
See, Goodrich was stout;
we wanted no doubt
of her fate once she’d fallen through!

So the fateful day came
with dense fog and cold rain
(some say that toads fell from the sky);
Old goody Goodrich,
done in for a witch,
danced as we hoisted her high.

Crack! Said the timber, and
snap! Said the rope, and
Goody came gracelessly down
with such terrible force,
t’would frighten the Norse!
And on landing split open the ground.

She fell in…

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Muted Hue

   

This photo was taken over the weekend in my back yard.  I love the way the fallen leaves are so light but the red step pops on them.  

 

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Standing In My Way

I’m very new to blogging, it’s only been about two weeks for me and I’m still struggling to regularly post. It’s always difficult to write something that you know could be potentially viewed by thousands of strangers. The scariest part of it for me though is wondering what my loved ones will think of the subjects I write about and how I express my point of view.

I’d like to say that the post about addiction was the hardest one for me because I was worried about how my husband would view me after reading. He is the person who inspired me to start blogging and therefore his opinion on the matter means quite a bit to me.

However, the very idea of a friend or family stumbling upon my rambling a and judging me by them or even worse using my words against me scares the poop out of me. I fear what people close to me would feel if I were to truly write about how I feel.

The hardest post to write for me was honestly the first one. Putting my views out into the ether sphere for the first time was the scariest and hardest thing for me to do. I still get nervous when I post, but it’s no where near the fear I felt writing for an audience the first time.

Now that I do it more regularly and am able to understand who is potentially going to read my blog I feel a little more at ease.

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Home is Where I Belong With You

I don’t leave home very often. There are several reasons for this, some of them are within my control others are beyond me.

I would love to travel more, but part of me is to scared to leave my family, friends, and kitties. When I do leave all of this behind I am able to sooth my soul by remembering that I have the most important people in my life with me. I would never leave town without my husband and daughter. There’s honestly no experiences I would want to have that I couldn’t share.

When I do manage to get away from home, I usually enjoy it very much. I have a good time learning new things and experiencing life outside of the norm. I am always happy to return home to my friends and family, and also my bed 🙂

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Incroyable!

Fantastic news doesn’t come every day. In fact it’s pretty fair to learn something so wonderful that it makes one giddy. It seems these days that life can be more of a deluge of crap honestly. Between reading the news, and average every day happenings it seems as though good news is truly hard to come by.

Therefore I get excited by some of the most mundane things simply because it’s not bad. However,in the rare times that something truly remarkable does come to pass and I hear tell of it’s happening I can become downright giddy.

For example, the day I found out I was pregnant after a few years of trying to conceive was and still is one of the happiest memories I hold, shadowed only by the day my daughter was born healthy and happy. How do I respond to such good news? By telling everyone, with as much excitement as possible.

I am one of those women who seems to cry over everything, my body reacts to immense feelings by leaking from the eyes. I’m ok with this because I know that these emotions are real because of this physical manifestation.

How do you deal with great news? Please tell me 🙂

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