Soundtrack

This week, in my relentless pursuit to finish the Twilight series, I'll be listening to the Queen of the Damned soundtrack. All vampire songs, how appropriate :)
My life definitely has a soundtrack. Going back to the glory days of dancing with my BFF to Madonna's True Blue album, to house music through high school, to punk and metal afterwards to... what? I guess I listen to a bit of everything now. Miles Davis plays in my head just as routinely as Disturbed. Norah Jones takes up residence in my ipod right next to Tupac. Then Incubus plays and wipes them all away, only to start over with Atmosphere. Oh, and I'm sure there's a new Alien Ant Farm album just out....

So what's the soundtrack to your life?

Watch Out for Volvos

You'll have to forgive my absence this week. I've started reading the Twilight series and I. Can't. Stop.
To understand my little obsession, you need some background. I am in love with a fictional character. His name is Lestat. I've read his tales over and over, and I looked for him around every corner in New Orleans. Because I'm insane, that's why. For a long time, I tried to get just the right image of a falling angel for a tattoo. Then it hit me. The graphic novel version of Tale of the Body Thief WAS my fallen angel, my Lestat.



That makes up a rather large tattoo on my upper arm. Yes, I already said I'm slightly unhinged. Please don't ask again.
Now, I started the Twilight series, even though I'd successfully resisted it for SO long. Of course I'm in agony because I'm only human and I can only read so fast. Why isn't there a way for me to just absorb all 4 books and KNOW what happens already? What? Savor them? Are you kidding me? I'm not a savor-it kind of gal. I'm all about the instant gratification.
I bid you adieu then, as I'll be immersed in the rainy and tragic world of Edward and Bella for the next week or so. And thanks Dawn, now I'll be tracking down silver Volvos!

Fun With Old Pictures

Here's our life in a nutshell.... start at the bottom, sorry, I added the pics in backwards and I'm too lazy to do it again!


2nd baby, 2003

1st baby, 1998

10 minutes before getting married, 1998

HS graduation, 1996

Senior prom, 1996

Tagged!

Kendra from Three Scurvy Dogs (and Their Mamas)
http://field-bennettfamily.blogspot.com/ *Sorry, my links still don't work!*

tagged me and challenged me to grab a camera and show where I'm blogging from - without cleaning. Ha! Good thing I don't blog from home! You'd see the dismantled bed frame hanging out in the family room, or a laundry basket perched on a chair, OR a small child with a Hawaiian Punch mustache dancing like a loon. Here's my blogging space, safe in the sterile work environment :)

A Small Kindness

At lunch I took a walk, and stopped at Walgreens to buy Jay's Salt n' Sour chips and Always Ultra Thins. One thing explains the other, you see. Anyway, when I checked out, the cashier double bagged the Always so it wouldn't be visible as I was walking down the street. It was a small kindness, but I'm always impressed with those.

What small kindness made your day today?

I Got a Guy

Pronounced, "I-got-ta-guy"
We're STILL working on our 1st floor bathroom (yes, it's the project that never ends) and here in Chicago, I've tapped into the GOBN. That's the Good Old Boys Network, for non-Chicagoans. Where a bunch of *ahem* older guys know everyone. I called my uncle with a question about a referral for some home improvement type stuff. I ask specifically about Mr SO and SO, who was an old family friend. "No way," he says, "that guy's a crook." The he says, "Don't worry. I got a guy."
Everyone here has Got A Guy for everything. And, in a peculiar way, like everyone else from my parent's generation, everyone must be called by their first and last names. It always makes me laugh. Each time he's referred me to these GOBs, I call and say, Hi, This is Dave's Niece. No further introduction needed.
So yesterday I tell Hubs, don't worry, I got a guy. I explain the whole tale, and finish by telling him that although the guy in question was the first male - outside Daddy, of course - to ever earn my absolute adoration, my first crush, he need not feel threatened. Since I was 4 and he was about 28, he's now quite outside the range of Guys Husbands Should Worry About. Still, it's funny.
This morning I called "the guy" and sure enough, I can hear the gentle condescension in his voice, because he probably thinks I'm about 12. There are some roles we'll never get past. I'm Dave's Niece. Period.

Jesse of Arc

Score! I went to a discount bookstore at lunch and picked up The Autobiography of Henry VIII for $7!!! Historical fiction is one of my favorite genres, and I'm a little obsessed with the Tudors (the family, not the show)
However, my dear Henry will have to wait until I finish I, Mona Lisa... and then Twilight, because I finally broke down and got it last week.