Saturday, October 28, 2006

Rambling...

You know those little flashes when everything seems to be OK, those moments when life seems normal, and you're completely happy and everything's right with the world, and in the next instant, it's gone and you realize that the horrible thing you've put out of your mind is actually reality and it's here to stay?

I've been having those fleeting moments of happiness lately, where in my mind I think to myself at random moments, "When I get home I need to email Tim, I haven't talked to him in a long time" and in the next instant I realize it's because he's gone.

It's literally just an instant that I think about him still being here, and in the next instant I know he isn't and I'm being stupid, and then I wonder through tears, "Is it better to have those happy moments, or is it making it harder to get through this crap?"

Our little band of friends has given up talking about the whole situation, and I guess that's good, why drag down a good time, right? But I wonder what everyone else remembers, what everyone else is thinking. Are they thinking about Tim? Is anyone else missing him, is that hole in the room something only I notice?

I'm afraid to bring it up, because I don't know. I don't know where everyone stands, and for all I know, bringing the whole thing up could interrupt the one good day someone is having. Or maybe no one is thinking about it at all.

Dealing with someone's suicide is not only a shock to the system, but in many ways, it's terribly isolating. We missed our support group this week--after the week I had, I was just way too tired. Michael and I drove home Thursday afternoon and just as we got back, I said, "That group is tonight, but I have zero desire to drive back up to Woodbridge." And even though he admitted to feeling sad, and I was feeling sad, we decided not to go anyway.

I guess in a way, I want to sit down and talk about it, but in a way, I don't. The grief in the beginning was dealt with so unevenly that even that was getting me upset. I guess some of the fear is my own.

Friday, October 27, 2006

It's coming...


...you won't be hearing much of me from the month of November...


This year, I'm going to do it. Wish me luck!

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

My Thought For The Day...

I just cleaned the Rabbit Room.

If bunny poop suddenly becomes a tradeable form of currency, Donald Trump is going to want my number.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

An Evening with Harry Shearer


When Judy and I love something, we love the daylights out of it... Granted, it has to be something that for some reason captures our imagination as "extraordinary", but once we find it, typically we latch onto it, and don't let go. Thus far, there is one movie and one movie only we have in common that we both can't get enough of.

Said movie is Oscar. It is a comedy from when we were much younger, starring Sylvester Stallone as a mobster who wants to go straight, as that is his dying father's final wish. As far as I am concerned, it's probably one of the most clever and hilarious movies ever. There are a lot of people, most people probably, who look at me like I have 3 heads when I say that. Tough. :-) Judy and I always put it in when we're in a mutual bad mood, and thank God for DVD's, because over the years, we burned through a couple of VHS tapes (although to be fair, one died when it got stepped on).

Last summer, Peter Riegert (who I'm sure is much more well-known for his role in Animal House) came to Bethesda to promote his new movie, King of the Corner. In Oscar, he plays a mobster-turned-butler, and I was tremendously excited to meet him. We all went up there, and when we pulled out "Oscar" he about fell on the floor. He couldn't believe someone wanted it autographed. His direct words were, "Oh my God, Oscar!"

After the stunning success of the Peter Riegert venture, we decided it would be our lifelong goal to have as many members of the cast as we could find sign the DVD. We came close to getting Tim Curry, but not close enough, and are nowhere near Sylvester Stallone or Marisa Tomei, but Mother Luck shined upon us, and sent Harry Shearer (who played one of the Finnuci Brothers, a tailor) back to DC last night.

This was not as easy as it sounds, however!! He was actually here a month ago, and I didn't go to meet him because my ladies' supper club was meeting. I agonized and agonized about it, but finally I decided that it would be more important to spend time with my friends, some of whom I do only see once per month.

While at the Alan Alda book signing, a woman told me about a website where you could find a listing of celebrity book signings all over the country, and I found it via google. (Since I'm nicer than she was, I'll give it to all of you: http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Hills/8944/

Imagine my delight when I found out that Harry Shearer was coming back to sign copies of his first novel! So, of course, I decided, this was it, I would get my second autograph on the DVD. There was a minor glitch, being that the signing was going to happen in Georgetown which means a) driving into the city, which I don't like, but there's no transit) and b) finding parking, which can be a bear over there.

Now, since Mr. Shearer is quite well known as the voice of The Simpsons and as one of Christopher Guest's big ensemble players and musicians, we figured there'd be a heck of a crowd. I went early enough that I got 2 seats dead center, first row. There were seats set up for 50 people. I was shocked. I was sure there would be a lot of people there. When it came time for the signing, there were MAYBE 75 people there. Compared to the 100's I was expecting, that was kind of sad. However, Mr. Shearer was suffering an ocular migraine and was jet lagged, so it was probably better that he didn't get stuck with a huge crowd :-)

Barnes and Noble Georgetown needs to get its act together in introducing these people however!!! The guy they had working the store-wide speakers had no idea what he was doing, mispronouncing names (at one point after Harry had entered the store, he was sitting across from us in a back corner of the store and the guy announced that Henry She-har would be upstairs and Harry just looked at the ceiling and laughed), stumbling over his words, the whole 9 yards. The guy who was in charge of special events introduced Harry as a star of "A League of Their Own" so Harry first said, "I don't want to embarrass my friend here, but IMDB or Wikipedia had it wrong, I was never in 'A League of Their Own'."

Anyway, the small crowd worked well for us!! Harry didn't mind signing memoribilia, so Judy got a copy of the "A Mighty Wind" soundtrack autographed, and then I stepped forward and handed him Oscar. His reaction was the exact same as Peter Riegert's: "Oh my God, Oscar!" We had a good laugh over the whole thing, and he signed it and then agreed to pose for a picture with us.

It was a lot of fun and a great evening. I think it's my last book signing for a while--I'm planning to go meet President Carter on 11/28 in Bailey's Crossroads with a co-worker of mine. In December, I'm going to my mom's and we're going to go see Paula Deen at a book signing there. It'll be a great way to wrap up my most literary year!

UPDATE: Blogger likes me again.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Weekend Update

Not too much to report.

The great dog experiment has failed... Michael once said, "Susan, we're not camping people" and I have now said to him, "Honey, we're not dog people."

Thursday night we brought home 2 darling Italian greyhounds. I had desperately wanted iggies since my own died in 2001. We saw a lovely family on Craig's List DC and met with them in person, and all was well, and we picked up the dogs and brought them home. But sadly, it did not pan out. They developed a taste for hassenpfeffer, so we had to return them this morning. All 3 bunnies are fine, but I think TomTom in particular is glad to have his kingdom return to some normalcy.

We went up to the St. Nicholas Russian Orthodox Church today for their Bazaar Rus. We all ate way too much delicious Russian food (the beef stroganoff was out of this world), and enjoyed looking at some greatly overpriced Russian handicrafts. Seriously, Christmas ornaments that the Orthodox Church near Boston used to sell for $5 were on sale at this church for roughly 6 times that amount. It was shocking. So we didn't buy anything other than our food.

I have a new addiction that is slowly overtaking MySpace in my world: YouTube. I've started getting addicted to people's video blogs, and it's all getting a bit too serious... But I can't quit watching. The old men talking about the war, the drunks, the satirists, hell I'm even addicted to LonelyGirl15. I thought I'd post my viewing list... For a good laugh, you've got to check out KarlDaly81 at http://www.youtube.com/karldaly81 The guy is an absolute genius. I've probably watched all of his videos 10 times. Sadly he only puts up new videos every week or so, so in the mean time, I watch all the old ones... I also LOVE Geriatric1927 at http://www.youtube.com/user/geriatric1927 He also is only putting up one or two a week, but they're so full of wonderful memories about growing up during WWII that each one needs to be rehashed several times anyway to really get the full experience out of them. I also love to watch BradThunder at http://www.youtube.com/user/BradThunder He's got the most soothing persona ever, and shows some great stuff. He's pretty new, but I would expect that he'll have great things to say about life in general. He's got a beautiful accent and just really relaxes me. The video he just posted of him walking his dog was awesome.

I am plugging away at "Ragtime" for the book club. My mom is reading the selections that we read for Lit Chicks, and I was thinking that since she wants to participate, it might be interesting to start my own book club on Yahoo Groups to have a sort of "on line Lit chicks" as well as the real life one. Anyone interested? We could select books and discuss them via email just like a real book club. Distance would be no barrier. It would be cool!

Well, I guess that's about all from here. I need to vacuum the house and put the dishes in the dishwasher. I will now be here for Thanksgiving, since, sadly, too many factors were stacked against me to go to my mom's house for the holiday. I'm now planning to go to Florida in December and we'll go meet Paula Deen at a booksigning in my mom's new town. It'll be pretty cool. So, my dad is coming to spend time with Judy and me, so if anyone is lonely and in DC for Thanksgiving, come on over for the most incredible turkey you've ever had... :) Saturday, we're all loading up and heading for my dad's alma mater, Rutgers, to take in a football game with his beloved Scarlet Knights (who are now, according to his euphoric phone call last night, 6-0 and Bowl Game eligible). Go 'gers!!!

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Book Club Selections So Far...

We had our meeting on Monday, October 2nd, and I'm only just getting to the point where I'm sitting down to write out what we selected to date... Granted, I've been at the computer loads, I just haven't felt like blogging until today... Bad Susan. :)

Well, to start off with, I selected The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde. The minute I read the description after Lesley recommended it, I was tremendously excited to read it, but never quite got around to it. Now I will have the chance, but not until June next year. (I'll probably read it before that, however!)

We will be reading Ragtime by E.L. Doctorow for our November book. I've started it, and it's pretty good, but I do seem to fall asleep a fair amount when reading it, which is funny because I'm enjoying the vignettes. It's my sister's FAVORITE BOOK EVER, she wrote a 25 page thesis on it, so I'm hoping that she will get some favorable reviews from the girls. I'm not sure if they'll love it or hate it.

After that, we'll be reading Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons, which is quite funny since Melissa gave me that book for my birthday. I've been reading it more than Ragtime, I must confess, and I'm really enjoying it. The women in it are fascinating.

The other 3 books that have been selected thus far are Hannah's Daughters by Marianne Fredriksson, March by Geraldine Brooks and The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri. Everyone else has been not quite sure about their book choices for the year. So I'll post them as we get them! :)

My mom is interested in joining as a cybermember of the Lit Chicks, and I'm mulling over how to make that happen. I considered setting up an online Yahoo Groups kind of book club. Don't know if it's been done before, but we'll see...

What's Wrong With Good Ole Fashioned...

...hand washing?

This has been bothering me since it happened a week and a half ago, so I've decided to blog about it...

This comes with the disclaimer that: I AM NOT A PARENT. So I really can't say for sure that I wouldn't be the same, but I don't think I would... But I don't know.

So, every now and again, a news story comes up that basically states that with all the drugs and such that we are using nowadays, we are creating a hearty strain of bacteria and germs that are antibiotic-resistant.

Just yesterday on NPR they were talking about how handwashing is the single most important thing you can do to reduce the spread of germs, and how 78% of people either a) don't wash their hands at all after using the bathroom; or b) don't wash their hands long enough to do any real good after using the bathroom. SEVENTY EIGHT PERCENT. That's just gross. And I was just patrolling the CDC website and several others, and they have actually launched campaigns about handwashing. CAMPAIGNS. Meaning tax dollars are being spent to tell people to wash their hands. What the hell? Weren't we supposed to learn to do this in kindergarten?

So anyway, the other day, I was in line at my new favorite place for lunch, Panera. And in front of me were 3 women, and each woman had 1 or 2 children with her. They had just come in from someplace, I don't know where, but they must have been outside, since they were dressed for it (sunhats, sweaters, etc.), and the kids looked a bit dusty.

They had given each kid a piece of bread from the sample tray, and the kids were happily running around, screaming, eating their bread, and just being kids. All of a sudden, one of the moms, in the midst of ordering I might add, shrieks, and demands her child comes over to her, takes the bread away and begins madly rifling through her purse. She is somewhat manic because she can't find her Purell. Mom #2 offers her bottle, and she squirts some on the kid's hands and makes her rub them together, then gives her the bread back and continues ordering.

So my brain immediately starts working, and I started to wonder all of the following...

1. The kid had already eaten half her bread. Why didn't they go in the bathroom when they entered the store and WASH THEIR HANDS???

2. Purell does a bang-up job of killing germs, but aren't the kids hands still dirty?

3. Isn't 2 or 3 years old a bit young to use Purell?

4. Since she used a sizeable glob of Purell and it didn't evaporate entirely on the little girl's little hands, isn't possible that said child was now eating Purell on her bread?

5. Is such a use of Purell leading us down the primrose path of finding Purell-resistant bacteria? And then what? Are we going to have to dip our hands in bleach? And what happens when bleach no longer works?

The thing is, Purell has its uses, and I use it regularly, because I see so many clients, and some of them are quite ill or don't live in the most sanitary conditions, and for me, it's a good stop gap between houses or between places I can wash up. But in no way, shape, or form, does it take the place of handwashing.

I dunno, maybe it's a symptom of our "gotta have instant gratification, instant results" culture these days. For the folks who now Swiffer instead of mopping, and reheat potroast from a plastic bag instead of cooking, maybe Purell is the just the logical next step to handwashing. But it strikes me that it a) doesn't solve every problem and b) could lead to bigger problems down the road.

(I never knew I was such a hygiene freak)

Sites on handwashing:

http://www.accessexcellence.org/AE/AEC/CC/hand_background.html

http://www.mass.gov/dph/cdc/handwashing/hw.htm

http://www.pmcguam.com/resource/handwash.htm

http://www.handwashinghelp.com/

Saturday, October 07, 2006

All Grocery Stores Are NOT Created Equal

Ok, well, basically since I'm cheap bastard, as my husband would say (he wouldn't call me a cheap bastard, but he uses the phrase occasionally), I have always shopped at the grocery store on the corner. Until recently, said grocery store was a Food Lion. Around Memorial Day, they underwent intensive remodelling and re-opened as a BOTTOM DOLLAR FOODS...

Now, prior to this change, the Food Lion was not too bad a place. It looked a little dated, but I shopped there because a) it was the same food loads cheaper than Yuppie-Heaven/Giant; and b) it was close to the house. There was a nice mix of people there--some like me who wanted to save money, a lot of single people, and a lot of folks who didn't appear to have a lot of money too, judging by their WIC checks and such. (I have no problem with those people, incidentally, I know a lot of people in my hometown who, through no fault of their own, had to depend on WIC a lot, and saw the good it did.)

Damn, I'm getting off on a lot of tangents here.

ANYWAY.

Immediately after the place became Bottom Dollar, it was advertised as THE place to save. They eliminated the deli, widened the aisles and dropped about 4/5 of their products. They advertised that while most grocery stores carry about 30,000 items, they would carry 6,000 and all of it quite cheap. Ok, fine with me... But I immediately had a couple of beefs with the place.

Number one, they now charge for grocery bags. This royally pisses me off. I flat out refuse to pay for them. I would much rather pay an extra penny on my Cheez-Its than pay 5 cents for a stupid grocery sack. What the hell?

Then I started shopping. They have the strangest system. Not only do they only have 6,000 items, but they don't have the variety you might expect.

For instance, let's take the aforementioned Cheez-Its. They have 6 or 7 varieties and brands of Cheez-its. This appears to be a big ticket item in the Bottom Dollar food chain. But, pudding? You cannot buy chocolate pudding over there. You can get vanilla, you can get tapioca, you can get rice pudding, but not chocolate. What the hell????

Well, I went in last night to pick up 3 or 4 things, and the place has just become SO low rent. Seriously. The clientele, a term I use as loosely as possible, seems to have deteriorated to the town drunks, freaks, and generally the very strange.

For instance, I was walking past the case of $2.00 Ben and Jerry's (about the only thing the store has going for it at this point) last night, when a little girl (she couldn't have been more than 9 or 10) came flying around the corner, planted herself in the middle of the aisle, and began to do the stripper dance.

For those of you who are as white as I am, let me explain the stripper dance.

I first heard about it when I rented the documentary, Rize, on my Netflix. I had heard about "clowning" and "krumping" after seeing a trailer for Rize, and they explained it very well in the documentary. It's a form of dancing the street kids have developed in LA to keep out of gangs and reduce teen violence.

And apparently, a good part of it has to do with the stripper dance. What you do is, you plant your feet about shoulder length apart, and stick your butt out, bending your knees to accomplish a good butt-stick-out. Then you just shake that thang up and down as fast as you can, like a stripper. I swear to God I am not making this up. The sick thing is, while watching the documentary, I tried it, and it's actually about the easiest dance in the world. You will never see me dance like that, but I could if I were forced to stripper dance for my life. Well, if it keeps kids off drugs, who am I to judge?

So, I here I am in the dairy aisle, surrounded by ice cream and raw cookie dough, and here's a little girl stripper-dancing in front of me, when suddenly her family comes around the corner, and she yells, "How do you like me shakin' it now!?" Mom had the decency to look slightly mortified, but not much, and the other kids attempted to run into "it" with the shopping cart.

After leaving that charming little tableau, I headed to the register, where the biggest collection of scruffy individuals I've ever seen were standing around with cases of Coors Light and a 12-year-old young lady. As I went past them, they were discussing returning to the trailer park to "tie one on"...

So, low rent patrons, payin' for bags, and no chocolate pudding is looking like it's adding up to me making a once weekly trip to Central Park to shop at either Shoppers or Walmart Supercenter. Although, I probably wouldn't get some of the entertainment out of it if I go elsewhere... It's a point to debate. We'll see what happens.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

A Little Bit of a Book Binge at Borders

One of the worst things about living in Fredericksburg is that, instead of my beloved Barnes and Noble, we have a Borders. Now, mind you, any book store is better than no bookstore, but Barnes and Noble feels more like, "Come in, sit down, read, and stay a while" and Borders is more "what do you want to buy and get out"... (Although, I did go to the Borders in Warrenton VA yesterday and it was amazing, so not all Borders are created equal.)

In any event.

My mom came to town this weekend and we spent a good bit of time book browsing. At Borders. Because it is Year 3 of Lit Chicks, beginning in November, and we are all announcing next year's book choices at our October meeting. And I had no idea what to pick.

I always ask Lesley for book ideas, and she always obligingly provides them, and then I go to the bookstore and browse the shelves anyway, and usually a book absolutely leaps off the shelf at me and I don't wind up using Lesley's selections. (I have a whole folder of suggestions in my favorites, as well, of books that have been recommended.)

Well, miracle of miracles, Lesley, I'm going with one of your selections this year. :-) I'm not going to post which one, just in case the girls tune in for a sneak peak. However, it's a book I've been wanting to read for a while and I'm excited about it.

Now, some other books did jump off the shelf at me while I was shopping and browsing, and I thought I would post them here to see if anyone's read them. I'll also post a couple reviews of the last few books I've read.

The first one is a book that I literally rushed through the end of Augusten Burroughs's Running With Scissors to get to. The cover caught my eye--the feel of the paperback and the overall simplicity of the design, and I read the back of the jacket outloud to Judy and we both commented, "Wow, that sounds pretty darned good!" It is Marina Lewycka's A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian. It was nominated for the Man Booker prize (not that that means anything to me, so was Life of Pi) and has been translated into 22 different languages.

From The New Yorker:

In this comic first novel, two estranged sisters living in England discover that their addled elderly father, a Ukrainian war refugee and expert on tractors, is planning to marry a young, enormous-breasted woman who sees his modest pension as her ticket to capitalist comfort. The sisters put aside their differences, and embark on a spirited campaign to save him from boil-in-the-bag dinners, slovenly housekeeping, and such extravagant purchases as a broken-down Rolls-Royce. In the midst of these machinations—which include long-winded letters to solicitors, venomous gossip, and all-out spying—Lewycka stealthily reveals how the depredations of the past century dictate what a family can bear.

Then my mom happened upon her favorite book while growing up, Betty Smith's Joy In The Morning and we got talking about A Tree Grows In Brooklyn, and I've decided to take a crack at it. It's one of those books that everyone raves about, but you never quite get around to reading, and I'm not sure why or in what context, but I've heard people talking about it lately, and decided that, what with my mom stumbling upon it, it was a sign that I should read it.

From Amazon.com:

Francie Nolan, avid reader, penny-candy connoisseur, and adroit observer of human nature, has much to ponder in colorful, turn-of-the-century Brooklyn. She grows up with a sweet, tragic father, a severely realistic mother, and an aunt who gives her love too freely--to men, and to a brother who will always be the favored child. Francie learns early the meaning of hunger and the value of a penny. She is her father's child--romantic and hungry for beauty. But she is her mother's child, too--deeply practical and in constant need of truth. Like the Tree of Heaven that grows out of cement or through cellar gratings, resourceful Francie struggles against all odds to survive and thrive. Betty Smith's poignant, honest novel created a big stir when it was first published over 50 years ago. Her frank writing about life's squalor was alarming to some of the more genteel society, but the book's humor and pathos ensured its place in the realm of classics--and in the hearts of readers, young and old.

Another book which looked just too good to pass up was Lee Martin's The Bright Forever. This one was nominated for the Pulitzer, but I think mainly I was just hoping to find something that would put the disappearing child genre back in my good books after I could not stand The Lovely Bones. I've read the first 30 pages of this book and it's a quick read, but very, very good so far. I'm looking forward to reading more of it after I finish Tractors. I hope it's going to be as good as I want it to be.

From Publisher's Weekly:

The halting, harrowing narrative of Martin's second novel (after 2001's Quakertown) draws upon multiple voices to piece together a tragedy with its own slippery backstory. On a summer evening in an "itty-bitty" Indiana town in the 1970s, nine-year-old Katie Mackey rides her bicycle to the library and never comes home. Her father, Junior Mackey, owns the town's glassworks, and to the town's residents the Mackeys are like the Kennedys, envied for their looks, their wealth and their picture-perfect life. Peeling back the layers of his characters, Martin slips easily into their darker, secret lives—lives that may harbor clues to Katie's disappearance: Henry Dees, the reclusive math tutor who sometimes lurks in the Mackeys' house; Clare Mains, the widow shunned for remarrying out of loneliness; her galling husband, Raymond R., whose drug binges and blackouts occupy stretches of unaccounted-for time; Katie's parents, freshly tortured by their own tarnished past; and Katie's brother, 17-year-old Gilley, who seizes the chance to gain his father's approval by avenging Katie's death. Rich details and raw emotion mix as Martin, in engaging the human desire to excavate the truth, underscores its complex, elusive nature.

For my birthday, Melissa gave me Angry Housewives Eating BonBons by Lorna Landvik. I did get slightly distracted by Running With Scissors, so I'm only about 50 pages into it, but so far, I love it. She gave it to me since it's about a book club set up by some women in a small Minnesota town, and all the women have different stories and struggles to endure. I am greatly looking forward to reading more of it. I've only read one other of Landvik's books, Welcome to the Great Mysterious, which I really liked, but this one already seems a lot better than that one.

An exerpt from Publisher's Weekly:

Five friends live through three decades of marriages, child raising, neighborhood parties, bad husbands and good brownies-and Landvik (Patty Jane's House of Curl) doesn't miss a single cliche as she chronicles their lives in this pleasant but wholly familiar novel of female bonding. When Faith Owens's husband is transferred from Texas to the "stupid godforsaken frozen tundra" of Freesia Court, Minn., in 1968, her life looks like it's going to be one dull, snowy slog-until the power goes out one evening and a group of what appear to be madwomen start a snowball fight in her backyard. These dervishes turn out to be her neighbors: antiwar activist Slip; sexpot Audrey; painfully shy Merit; and widow Kari. They become fast friends and decide to escape their humdrum routine by starting the Freesia Court Book Club, later given the eponymous name by one of their disgruntled husbands.

So, those are all my new "to be read" books, and combined make about 1500 pages of reading to enjoy!

So, now on to my book reviews...

I only have 2 books to review at the moment, since I've been a little bit busy!!! Since I've already mentioned it several times in the above "to be reads" section, I'll start with Augusten Burroughs's Running With Scissors. I selected this book to read because I saw the preview for the movie, and I thought, "Wow, that looks like one crazy story!" Little did I know.

I completely forgot the name of it, and when browsing in the bookstore some weeks ago, came across the new paperback cover, now screaming "Now a Major Motion Picture!" and thought, "Oh yeah, let's see what this is about." So I read the reviews and notes inside, some of which compared it to Dave Eggers's A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, which I loved.
Running is a memoir, detailing Burroughs's life as a teenager dealing with his mother's mental illness and parents' divorce, at which time his mother sends him to live with her psychiatrist and his family. To call Dr. Finch's methods unorthodox would be a gross understatement. To call his family unusual would be the same. Augusten goes from being a pristine, prissy little boy to a sexually active high school drop out. He spends his time shuttling between his mother's apartment, which is full of her lovers, who are now women instead of men, and the Finches, where chaos reigns supreme. One of my favorite scenes in the book is when Augusten and Natalie decide the kitchen ceilings should be vaulted, with a skylight, and proceed to knock down the ceiling and steal a window from elsewhere in the house to put in the roof.

I greatly enjoyed Running, though I will confess, I liked Heartbreaking Work so much more. There were times that I would put Running down for a couple of days, almost as if I needed a break from the chaos myself. This to me, makes it an even more powerful book, since the written chaos was so overwhelming. I would recommend it, and I'm glad I read it before I go see the movie, as I always like that better.

The movie will feature quite a cast, including Gwyneth Paltrow, Annette Bening, and Alec Baldwin. It will be released next month.

The other book I've finished and LOVED was Kim Edwards's The Memory Keeper's Daughter. This book created a lot of buzz because it didn't do well in hardcover, but now that it's in paperback, it's flying off the shelves. It was selected as one of Diane Rehm's books for her reader's review, and I was intrigued because they had a journalist on whose daughter was born disabled and he talked about how the book really spoke to him.

The basic story is this: A doctor's pregnant wife goes into labor on a cold snowy night, and he brings her to a clinic to give birth, only the regular doctor cannot make it, so he and a nurse deliver the twins themselves. The first baby is a healthy boy, the second is a girl with Down's Syndrome. He gives the little girl to the nurse and asks her to take Phoebe to an institution he's heard of and leave her there. When his wife awakes from the medication used to keep her calm during delivery, she remembers giving birth to twins, and the doctor informs her that their daughter has died. The nurse cannot bear the thought of leaving the newborn in the institution and decides to keep her and leaves the state. The book then tells the rest of their story--how the doctor and his wife live, how the son grows up, how Phoebe and the nurse live, and how their paths intersect.

This was probably the best book I've read this year. It was not chick-lit, let's all sit around and cry and wipe each other's noses. Instead, the book tells of love, protection, redemption, secrets, betrayal, and forgiveness, without the use of a bunch of syrupy, maudlin prose. It would have been quite easy to turn this into a Lifetime Movie of the Month kind of book, but it was a lot stronger than that. I literally could not put it down. I lent my copy to my mom on Monday, and she's already just about halfway through it. I cannot recommend it enough. A wonderful, wonderful piece of writing.

So that's all I've been reading from this end. Next week, the Lit Chicks pick their 2006-07 books, and I'm so excited to see what the girls all select. Even if someone else selects my book, based on this list, I've got several back ups ready. I haven't read any book club books in a while, since I read ahead and our last book was The Time Traveler's Wife, which I've already read. My gift cards are ready and I'm ready to read!!! Oh and this weekend is the National Book Festival, which I'm pretty excited about. I'm looking forward to meeting Khaled Hosseini, who wrote The Kite Runner, as I really enjoyed that book. And of course, I have my YouTube viewing to keep me busy :-) (If you're not watching Geriatric1927, you really should be!)

Till next time...

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

The Spammers Are Getting Crafty

I hate spam, granted, but lately, I've gotten a new generation of spam with a bunch of made up names that are absolutely hilarious. I've compiled a list for the past month, and I've gotten emails from all of the following people:

Credit M. Unduly
Timothy S. Stupidity (my personal favorite)
Lamebrain E. Balloting (!!!!!!!!!!)
Prophetically M. Licenses
Halley B. Flummoxes
Chink H. Heedlessly
Nicks I. Entices
Visas A. Enthusiast
Pleurisy O. Cosmetic
Tortillas O. Remitting
Gruyeres B. Ages
Exemplify D. Opponent
Junket H. Nicer
Seoul V. Illegality (is this a court case?)
Duchess D. Catbirds
Hermetic I. Underdogs
Dieter V. Patsy
Baseballs D. Blotchiest
Defense A. Ladybug
Crocket G. Job
Cusses M. Newfoundlands (sorry, Lesley!)
Triumphed A. Triptychs
Hunter T. Mappings
Revolved C. Infield
Ratio F. Umped
Incensed P. Receives
Papers C. Bleeds
Picadilly F. Melton
Ergonomics K. Aeschylus
Timothy H. Develops
Unhands U. Tricksters
Elliptic S. Demands
Strings U. Harridan
Franchised M. Shipper
Seemliness R. Sectionalism
Karachi P. Knack

I hope you all find these as hilarious as I do!

Monday, September 18, 2006

Tonight's Book Signing: Alan Alda




Last week I got a frantic call from my sister, sounding mildly like Paul Revere, "Alan Alda is coming! Alan Alda is coming!"

This afternoon it was, "I just found out they've got the chairs already set up! We've got to get up there!"

The book signing was in Bethesda, MD. Mind you, I got next-to-no sleep last night, and I was a little tired and grumpy.

But oh well.

I decided to go ahead and leave work and head up to Bethesda to meet Alan Alda. I got up there at 3:30 (and I left work at 3:00, so it was no mean feat), and I was the third person there. I got a seat front row, center. The book store expected 1,000 people there. Whether that happened or not, I don't know, but I truly wouldn't be surprised.

In the picture you see of him and me, I was telling him how much I enjoyed his work with Woody Allen. In the other pictures, he was giving his presentation about his book "Never Stuff Your Dog" which is quite good!!!

I *may* be going to another signing this week, but I dont' want to post it just in case. It's on Wednesday night, which would mean skipping my ladies supper club, and I'm not sure I want to do that. On the other hand, it would be an amazing opportunity.

Alan Alda was a fabulous speaker, he had us laughing our heads off, and has a fascinating life story. I highly recommend the book--I started reading it, but I got caught up with the 3 ladies around me, one of whom had no idea how to use her Blackberry, one of whom actually goes all over the place to go to book signings (she has been to 400 of them, she estimates), and one who was a dedicated MASH fan and Alan Alda fan (she cried through his presentation). I love these book signings, you meet such fascinating people. It's as much fun as meeting the author himself/herself.

I'm off to bed.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Normal Life

Life has returned more or less to normal since my crazy August... I'm glad the fall is here--the weather has turned from hot to cool (being in the 70's mind you) in no time and we're experiencing some beautiful weather. Very overcast, but who cares?

Last night was our next-to-the-last book club of year 2... It's hard to believe. We lost two more members, so we're down to 10 now with two openings, but I've decided not to recruit until after the 1st of the year. We are having all our year-end parties and stuff, so it's not really fair to ask someone to come in and promptly drop $50 on stuff when they haven't participated for the first 11 months. I did put up a cool MySpace for the book club at http://www.myspace.com/novalitchicks and our final book of the year was chosen as The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. I already read it, so I get a free pass for the month. I am looking forward to hammering out the next set of books in October, since I've been looking for a good book to chew on. Last night we discussed Wuthering Heights and it was a great discussion. Sometimes these things come out of nowhere--lesson learned: quit sweating it and just pick a book. Things flow.

Speaking of MySpace, I've started finding family members on it and it's been fun to see what my crazy cousins have been up to. The only thing I miss about our family being spread apart is that I am not close to my cousins--and so many people are. I'm lucky to have my sister nearby. It would be interesting to be a part of one of those families that never moves away from each other--at least for a while. I'm sure it'd get old after a while.

The big news: Judy has, mercifully, been offered and accepted a new job!!!!! She will now be working for the Firefly Children's Network, which works to help Russian orphans with real or perceived disabilities by educating caregivers and reducing institutionalization. The job has real promotion potential and she'll be helping them set up a DC office. The hilarious part? Her old job, which she is leaving in less than 2 weeks now(!), is hiring two people to replace her. Those bastards should have done that ages ago. I hope she'll keep in touch with some of her friends from there so we can find out how they are managing without her.

Continuing to read and see movies and watch Project Runway... And I'm freakin' addicted to MySpace... It's sick, truly. When I start finding ex-boyfriends on there, look out. (I've looked, but they must not be registered!) We saw "Little Miss Sunshine" over Labor Day weekend and LOVED IT. I also LOVED The Memory Keeper's Daughter. I'll blog a better review later, but suffice it to say, it was the best book I've read this year.

So now I'll be contemplating yardwork now that the weather is better, and our next home improvement projects... The beach room is complete now that there is furniture in there--I'm so proud of the room, but sad it's done!!! It's a beautiful room and the furniture is perfect. Looking forward, we are considering remodeling the General's bathroom, which looks every one of its 32 years, but I don't know how to go about it... So I'll start looking into what it takes to replace vanities, medicine chests, lighting, etc. We also desperately need to replace windows and carpet and to install a railing on the front porch and stairs before winter... FUN! Damned houses are expensive.

In bunny news, Rambo is back and Rocky's adoption fell through, so we've still got 3 babies. Rambo was traumatized by whatever his experience was and has been an absolute basket case since. He is now litter trained again, but is systematically destroying his cage, and when he gets out, he just lays by his mother's cage (he's staying at Judy's) and stares at her. He doesn't move or run around. He just lays there. Poor baby. So we'll be even more selective than before about placing these guys... I'm probably going to wind up building a cube cage for the girls, and separating them soon, as they've started ripping out each other's fur, which is not good. I've found some plans on line that look good and I'm excited to get that project underway.

I've also nearly completed the chair refinishing project. My mom brought some butt ugly, but comfortable, dining room chairs up from Florida, and I've removed the seats and spray painted them; now I just need to charge up the staple gun and recover the seats themselves. The only hold up is that I lost our iron during our move last year (it's probably in the storage closet from hell), and can't iron the fabric. I meant to grab Joe's iron yesterday, but forgot. So I'll probably get a cheapie one at Walmart and complete them this weekend. Then they'll be done for when my mom gets here next week--I know she'll be impressed. They are really nice and look totally different.

That's about it!!! I'm looking forward to the coming weeks--they are chock full of stuff to do, but look very, very interesting. Thursday is my first Survivors of Suicide (SOS) support group. I'm hosting a MyPC event, another presidential field trip, on Saturday to Chatham Manor here in Fredericksburg on Saturday. Sunday is my mother-in-law's birthday. Next week is our ladies only supper club and then my mom will be arriving... I have a CD exchange, tickets to see a lecture or show or something about Second City at the Natural History Museum, my dad's birthday, and the National Book Festival. Not to mention trying to find time to catch up with friends--our little posse has all been going in different directions all month and we've all been missing each other, so we're hoping to catch up soon... I'm exhausted just thinking about it! :-)

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Project Runway

Well, ole Angela's finally gone... I didn't like her when she and Vincent went head-to-head in an epic battle of wills, but she grew on me after she stood up to Jeffrey. I only don't like him because he doesn't treat people with respect, and that really aggravates me. He's not my favorite designer, but whatever... Angela's stuff never appealed to me. It was too busy and crazy.

We had our weekly PR party at Judy's last night. Heather brought Panera over (YUMMMMMMMMMM) and Joe bought a dark chocolate torte (YUMMMMMMMMMM)... We are now planning our own PR Finale party, complete with make your own PR design on your own model (we all have to go out and buy a Barbie, basically)... I definitely can't wait for that... We are all gathering supplies in anticipation...

PR is, without a doubt in my mind, the BEST reality show on television. It's smart, hilarious, packs in drama, and shows off the talent of truly talented people. This season has been the best one yet. I can't believe we're better than halfway through it!!!! And then we'll have to wait a while, sadly, until the next one comes along...

But I'm sure it'll be oh-so-worth it.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Book and Movie Updates!

It's been a while since I've blogged about what I've been reading and watching, so I thought it was time for an update...

I've done a fair bit of reading, a lot of it with Michael, lately...

We just finished the latest Philip Gulley book, Almost Friends. In this particular book, Sam Gardner takes some time off to care for his ailing father, and becomes intensely jealous of the interim pastor, Krista. When Krista inadvertantly pisses off some of the church bigwigs (and most religious zealots), Sam must take action!

Almost Friends was a WONDERFUL book. It was full of the kind of hilarity, warmth, folksiness, family, and friendship I've come to expect of the Harmony series. I get so mad when we finish one, since they're all wonderful and we breeze through them so quickly. Each book is about 150 pages long, and you can read them in a day if you put your mind to it. Even reading it outloud, this particular book only took us 3 sittings to complete...

I love these books because they're not preachy, and some of the other books we've read have really turned me off with their preachiness. Since I consider myself a "sort-of Christian", I don't like all the stuff about praying and being saved and the gospels and the Bible being crammed down my throat nonstop. Why do I read Christian literature? Because if you skip all that stuff, you usually wind up with a darned good story... But I'm kind of getting off topic here. Read Philip Gulley's entire Harmony series, if you haven't already. You won't regret it.

We are about halfway through Barbara Ehrenreich's Nickel and Dimed, which we are enjoying. Barbara took a year and traveled around the country, trying to survive on only minimum wage jobs. She worked as a waitress, cleaning hotels, and as a store clerk, and tried to sustain herself with an apartment, food, etc. She set up only minimal parameters (she allowed herself the privilege of a car and refused to live in a place that felt unsafe) and then tried to make do. I can't comment on the entire book, as we haven't finished it yet, but it has been a great deal more interesting than Bait and Switch.

Our last book club book was Conversations with the Fat Girl by Liza Palmer, which I didn't particularly care for. I read the first 70 pages and felt like it was every other chick lit book I'd ever read. Fat girl is unhappy, skinny girl best friend is getting married and making her miserable, she gets revenge and the boy, lives happily ever after. Blah. Don't bother unless you're looking for pure fluff.

I've just started The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards (I think??), which everyone is raving about this summer. I get a lot of book picks from the Diane Rehm show (http://www.drshow.org), and the panel was raving about it a couple weeks ago, and I was excited to read it. I'm only about halfway through the first chapter, but so far it's quite compelling!! I will post a better review later.

Our current book club book is Wuthering Heights... Now this one will blend into the movie portion of this post... It was an interesting pick for the club, since we haven't read any classics before. I had an idea in my mind that Heathcliff was quite the sympathetic character, and quite frankly I think I had Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre all mixed up in my head.

Anyway, I started reading WH, and I was getting very confused indeed, so called my sister and asked her what on earth was going on with this book... She suggested I add it to my Netflix, so when I found a version featuring Ralph Fiennes (pant, pant, drool, drool), I did.

Ok, that freakin' movie literally gave me nightmares. I can't believe I've had such a strong reaction to a character, but I dreamed that I was young Catherine and Heathcliff was drowning me under his boot in a pond behind Wuthering Heights...

I plan to read the book, as I suspect there were many portions that might have been missed should I not read the book, but WOW, the movie was really something... It was deliciously creepy in a psychological kind of way... Ralph Fiennes was really quite something. Juliette Binoche was also excellent.

Other Netflix I've recently viewed...

I finally saw Capturing the Friedmans, which I'd been wanting to see for a while. It was a documentary about the Friedman family, which is torn apart when allegations of child sexual abuse circulate about the father and youngest son. Supposedly the two men molested young boys during the course of a computer class they were teaching in their home in Great Neck, Long Island, NY. The documentary included family film footage, as well as a lot of interviews with the police detectives, victims, family, friends, and others involved.

It was a fascinating look at the hysteria that begins to happen as allegations start to fly. It was kind of like the Salem Witch Trials, honestly... I can't say for sure what happened, I doubt anyone will ever know what happened, but I must say, based on this documentary, the evidence and the whole thing looks rather suspect. Just my opinion based on nothing but a documentary, people!

I also just watched Adaptation. I am not typically a Nicolas Cage fan, but I thought I would take a crack at it, since I've been on a bit of an Oscars kick lately. I have to say, I loved it! The story was great--the tale of a screenwriter trying to adapt a book into a movie, and his crazy twin brother is making his life difficult, as is his devotion to and vision of the story. Meryl Streep was great, Nicolas Cage was great, Chris Cooper was great. It was a little bit out there, but definitely a good film.

Before that, I got The Safety of Objects, in which four suburban families attempt to connect with each other over their disfunctional lives. I did not like this one at all... It took me two days to get through it, and I just keep thinking, "Why are you people torturing yourselves in these ridiculous ways?!" At the end when it all comes together and you see how all the people are related (I guess, actually, that starts happening about 1/2way through), it's kind of like, "Yeah, I already figured all that out. Thanks."

I also got Better Off Dead, in a fit of adding John Cusack to my queue. Frankly, I might have been better off dead than watching that stupid thing. I love him, but... A girl's got limits, John. I probably would have loved it back when I was 12.

So, you are all now up-to-date on what's been keeping me busy... I am also still addicted to Dog, the Bounty Hunter and Project Runway. I watched the two hour Dog wedding special, and I've been combing the web for PR updates and sneak previews. Judy, Heather, and I have a Wednesday night date with the TV at Judy's and then we re-hash until Monday of the following week when I start calling up the teasers and so forth and we discuss that. It's a sickness. But there are only 6 designers left. And they are pretty much insane. From Laura "I can't get emotionally attached to another baby" to Jeffrey "I hate your mother" to Vincent "Everything sparkly makes me giggle" I just can't get enough of that show... For tons of great info and links, visit http://bloggingprojectrunway.blogspot.com and read to your heart's content! (I'm so crazy about it, 2 of this season's designers are on my MySpace friends list!)

Nighty night!

Birthday Party!

Saturday, we drove up to Judy's en route to Heather's to go to the Heros and Villains party... I had spent all evening Friday and all day Saturday getting supplies and gear to dress up as a fortune teller and to have Michael become The Plunger.

Well, come Saturday, I fell asleep all afternoon, and woke up around 4:15, freaking out that we would be late!!! I got up and rushed Michael out of the house, and we drove to Judy's. I announced we'd get changed up there, and in we went.

When I opened the door, there were my friends, all yelling "Surprise!" When it finally registered what was going on, I didn't know whether to walk back out the door or fall over.

Of course, my rat of a husband was in on the whole thing!

I went in and hugged everyone. Joe had custom designed personalized decorations, and pink cakes dangled from the ceiling. A beautiful table was set, and everyone had contributed to a luscious fondue extravaganza. We had 3 kinds of fondue for dinner--seafood, cheese, and pizza. It was incredibly delicious... For dessert we had 2 kinds of chocolate fondue, plus my beloved Carvel cake, which I LOVE! My grandma always got me a Carvel birthday cake (you know the kind, with those spectacular chocolate crunchies) and now I find it's not a birthday without one.

Since I had all my fortune teller stuff with me, we cracked open the tarot cards and I did readings for everyone. Joe got drunk and we played Charades--he took movie titles from all of us and acted them out for the better part of 2 hours. And he was damned good, too!!!

Michael bought me my long sought-after power staple/nail gun, and I got to staple things for a while!!! Joe got me a talking Napoleon Dynamite card... It's hilarious. Gift cards from Heather and Steve and Ambareen, and photos of the beach in New England from Nancy. And a great new book from Melissa about a book club!!! I'm totally looking forward to that one.

So I must thank Heather, Steve, Nancy, Trent, Melissa, Michael, Ambareen, Judy, and Joe for an amazing evening... The pictures are at http://mkosior.com/gallery/surpriseparty if you want to see them. It made turning 31 a lot less painful!

Thursday, August 24, 2006

TomTom, that Rat!!

A couple of weeks ago, I went into the bunny room in the morning to find that TomTom had broken Rambo's cage, knocked the top off, and gone after him. Several days later, TomTom emerged with a black eye, assorted cuts and scrapes that I hadn't noticed, and was not a happy rabbit. I spent a week providing him with first aid, washing his wounds, applying ointments, cutting off the fur around his eye to get it out of his wounds, the whole nine yards. I can safely report that he HATES getting his face washed.

Two nights ago, I scooped him up and was cuddling with him. He LOVES to be flopped on his back and have his belly rubbed.

As soon as I did, I noted a discoloration in his fur. I figured maybe he'd had a potty accident, so I moved his fur to investigate, and out shot the most horrifying looking bulge of a tumor I'd ever seen. Well. Of course, I immediately freaked out. I told Michael that we had to get TomTom to a vet immediately in the morning and found the card for the Spotsylvania Animal Hospital, which caters to "exotics"... (How an animal that breeds like rabbits do can be considered exotic, I have no idea!)

We went down there yesterday morning. The nicest technician was working, and they saw us right away. She pulled TomTom out of his carrier and made us guess at his weight. We discussed his diet and what I was concerned about. I explained that our best guess was that either he had a tumor or a hernia or an unattended-to injury.

She brought him back to weigh him, and clipped his nails as a free service.

She returned and propped him up on the table on his hind feet.

"My God, it's worse than I thought," said the voice in my head, "they're multiplying." Indeed, there were now 2 of them.

I tried to remain stoic, but was on the verge of tears, and the General was doing his best to be calm and collected.

The dollar signs were adding up, TomTom was looking at me like, "Mom, what the hell is going on here?!" and the tech spoke again...

"Is this what you're worried about?"

I grimly nodded my head.

"These are his testicles. They frequently appear very suddenly in small animals. There won't be a charge."

To add insult to injury? I had gone the long way to the vet's office--it took us roughly 45 minutes to get there. To get home? 10 minutes.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

It Happened So Fast

By week's end, I'll be down 2 bunnies... and have but one baby left to find a home for.

I'm not quite sure what I'll be doing with all my spare time after that.

It seems just yesterday I was taking pictures of their newborn selves. And now, 4 months later, they're spreading their ears and flying away.

It was a beautiful process to watch the whole thing go down. Due to the sheer numbers of cats and dogs I've owned in my lifetime, I've seen plenty of kittens and even a litter of puppies come and go. But the bunnies have been something special.

To see Valley instinctively know what to do to prepare herself and her cage to give birth--and watch her follow generations of rabbit protocol and behave in a textbook manner instantly... Well, it was wild, truly. Unlike a domesticated pet. There was something far more animal about it.

And then to see the babies grow day to day, and grow from ugly little hairless rats to the gorgeous animals they are today...

It has been a journey I never want to repeat--TomTom and Valley will never get within 10 feet of each other without some kind of bars separating them. But it's also one I wouldn't have traded for the universe.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

It's Been A While...

I am blogging to you from a place I did not know existed in my own psyche--a stubborn, yet exhausted place that is refusing to allow me to sleep at the oddest times, allowing me to cry whenever I want, and just making life miserable in general.

One week ago yesterday, as Judy and I were driving home from book club, her cell phone rang, and our lives were changed forever.

It was Nancy, and she was calling to say that our beloved Tim had committed suicide.

I can't possibly begin to describe what an amazing person Tim was, and I don't think any of us knew all the amazing attributes he had until he was gone. He was a wonderful son, brother, uncle, cousin, and friend, but he was also a valued colleague and volunteer.

I first met Tim a year and a half ago at one of our game nights. As we got less and less involved in MyPC and my core group of friends evolved into what it is today, Tim stood out as the voice of calm and the staunchest supporter of us all. You could have any problem in the world, and you could drop Tim an email or call him up and he'd come help. Never was this more evident than last December when my sister got into a little dispute with her landlord and had to move out overnight--Tim showed up the first night to get everything out of the old place, and the second night to move everything around in the new place. He moved the sofa 3 or 4 times in 15 minutes, and just laughed the whole time as we changed our minds repeatedly about furniture placement.

I have some great memories of Tim... He was completely in love with the bunnies. He would come over to hold the babies or would go take care of Valley if Judy was away and Joe wasn't feeling like it. When I broke my leg, he came to stay with us one weekend while Judy was out of town, and spent a good part of the evening on the floor, cuddling TomTom in his arms, happy as a clam.

A couple of months ago, I got the call "We need to move furniture" from Joe, and Tim graciously volunteered to help. After leaving DuPont Circle, I had a futon strapped to my roof and told Tim to drive slowly, as my little Ion couldn't keep up with his speedier Saturn sedan, particularly when it had stuff strapped to it. We got to the circle near Arlington National Cemetery and lost him. We saw him on the far side of the circle, so started driving to catch up with him, but he was trying to catch up with us. We went around and around the circle 10 times, until he finally gave up trying to catch us--but none of us could stop laughing about it.

He was terrible with directions. During the Superman party, he tried to give us directions to the theater where we were seeing the movie--and he took us to an entirely different theater! On the way home after the movie, he got us lost going to his own apartment.

He also had a wonderful sense of humor. During the Pirates party, he showed up dressed as a Pittsburgh Pirate, and with a glint in his eye said, "Ooooh, you meant that kind of pirate!"

Last week, we all took time off work to drive to his hometown of Indiana, PA and attend his wake and funeral. The minute we walked into the funeral home, the cry went up, "The DC people are here!" and we were embraced by his entire family (he was one of 11!!), some of whom looked so much like Tim, it ripped my heart out. As I passed from sobbing sister to stoic parent to crazy nephew to devoted brother-in-law, I heard more stories of the Tim I hadn't known, the young Tim, the Uncle Tim, and I was pressed for details about the Tim I had.

And of course, the inevitable question on everyone's minds: "Did we know WHY?!"

I wish I did know why. I doubt any of us ever will. This sudden, horrible, desperate act came completely out of the blue and shocked each and every one of us who knew him. Tim was a loving and loved family member and friend and active and productive member of the community. We are all left with a gaping hole in our hearts and such feelings, such feelings as I have never experienced all at once. It's as if someone put rage, despair, great sorrow, guilt, anger, shock, denial, pain, and loss in a blender, mixed them together, and injected them straight into my heart.

I can only imagine what his family feels.

We've all been sending emails around to remind each other of how much we love each other, and how important each friend is to the next. The pain is not diminishing, but the value of our friendships are re-affirmed and we've drawn close. Perhaps in the end, this is the best thing we can do to honor a true friend, the unique and amazing Timothy Mark Shock.

Rest well, dear friend. I love and miss you.

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Tim Sites

The Hill Newspaper: http://thehill.com/thehill/export/TheHill/News/Frontpage/080906/tim.html

Memorial Site:
http://tim-shock.memory-of.com/


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Suicide Prevention

SPAN: http://www.spanusa.org/

AAS: http://www.suicidology.org/displaycommon.cfm?an=6

Monday, August 07, 2006

One Book

I've been tagged by Lesley to do this little book meme, and I've been thinking about it overnight before getting into it... This is a really nice little book meme, so I've enjoyed pondering it!

One book that changed your life.

I'm going to go with the Bible on this one. Not because I've actually read it, I surely haven't. But I think of any book, this one has probably had a profound effect on a vast number of people, due to the squabbling, inspiration, misuse, and good use it's been put to and inspired.

One book that you’ve read more than once.

I have read many books more than once. One that stands out for the sheer number of times that I've read it over the past 18 months is Jennifer Crusie's Bet Me. This is the fluffiest of all chick lit, and a romance novel to boot, but the book is just so darn much fun!! I have probably read it close to 20 times in the past year or so (it helped me keep my sanity while I was stuck in bed for 2 months). Every time I get bored and want to catch something quick, I pick it up. It never fails to make me laugh, and I can get through the whole thing in about 1 sitting of 90 minutes, which is great. The perfect beach book.

One book you’d want on a desert island.

This is a toughie. I think I'll go with The Worst Case Scenario Survival Handbook. This should entertain me as well as provide me with everything I'd need to know about getting through whatever hazards might be lying in wait while I hope for rescue.

One book that made you laugh.

I would say the first Harmony Book, Home to Harmony by Philip Gulley. When the men decide to spend the money from the Choctaw Indian Shoe Mission to go see Mark McGuire hit a home run and the town finds out about it...well, you know hilarity ensues. The whole book is chock full of fun little vignettes like that. I have never loved a series of books more (Sorry, Nancy Drew!)

One Two books that made you cry.

For this one, I'm going to list two, the first being the one that made me cry the hardest, the second being the one that made me cry the most. There are no rule police, right? :)

The book that made me cry the hardest was Elizabeth Berg's Talk Before Sleep. I had heard Elizabeth speak on NPR and a woman called in to say that she had read this book and had shared it with all her friends, who had all loved it. So I decided to check it out.

Wow. By way of a quick summary, the book revolves around a woman dying of breast cancer and her best women friends who are spending every minute they can with her before she dies. As I got closer to the end (and by that, I mean any page after the halfway point), I couldn't stop reading it. And the closer I got, the worse I was crying.

I finally wound up staying up till around 2:00AM to finish it. I was reading it at a time my great aunt was diagnosed with cancer, and we knew she would be leaving us. I cried so hard for her and for all the other women in my life who lost their battles with cancer, I woke the General up out of a sound sleep, and I couldn't even explain to him what was wrong. It was that moving.

The one that has made me cry the most, however, is Kris Radish's Annie Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral, which had me crying by page 3 and didn't let up through the whole rest of the book. And I was not alone. Fellow Lit Chick Nicole had a similar problem.

One book that you wish had been written.

Back in high school, I started fleshing out an epic Western-Romance-Adventure novel. I got 60 pages into it, and the stupid disk corrupted (thanks Windows 3.x), and I lost the whole entire thing. The book is still in my head, and while I've had to change the plot for reasons that shall only ever be known to me and my friend Amy, the story itself was sound, and I've always felt like it could probably go somewhere. So I've been taking notes, and I might just take another crack at it.

One book that you wish had never been written.

Probably Scarlett, the sequel to Gone With the Wind. GWTW was an amazing classic and a stand alone book. It really didn't need a sequel. I didn't read Scarlett, but from what I gather it was not all that fantastic, not even close. And frankly, my dear, I'm not surprised. I'd rather use my imagination to figure out what Scarlett and Rhett and Ashley would all be up to after the original closed, than to have someone who is not Margaret Mitchell tell me.

One book you’re currently reading.

Michael and I are currently about halfway through Almost Friends, the latest installment in Philip Gulley's amazing Harmony series. The Harmony Books remain my favorite down home, folksy good time books, and are on the top of my favorite books ever. This new one is laugh-out-loud funny and a wonderful story of friendship, new beginnings, and life.

One book you’ve been meaning to read.

I have a whole stack of books I've been meaning to get to, and a list of books that I've been wanting to read for a long time. Probably the main one that comes to mind since Heather started the "Should Have Read It" book club is To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. It was required reading for high school, yes, but somehow I decided it wasn't worthy of my time and didn't bother.

Now tag five people.

Who to tag...

Well, I dunno if they even read my blog, but I'll tap the 2 Lit Chicks I know who have blogs:

Jill: http://www.mandjkeller.com/

Nicole: http://www.myspace.com/didichoosetolove

And 3 more folks...

Lara: http://www.littlenet.org/lara/blogger.html

Annette: http://nettiemac.blogspot.com/

Tal: http://talgleck.blogspot.com/

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Well, I did it...

...I finally joined MySpace and become a MySpace community member...

I have to say, it is kind of an addicting little site. I went through and looked at my high school and found a bunch of old friends I went to school with, and then college, and rated my professors.

It's nicely laid out, and frankly, kind of addicting.

if you're on MySpace, check me out:

http://www.myspace.com/katekosior

:-)