20 January 2010

Booking It

I love love love love love to read. Did you get that I love to read? So I've decided to join Fish Mama's "I'm Booking It in 2010" challenge. My goal is to read 60 books this year and do a one blog summary about each of them.  Reading the books will be a breeze; the summary, well, not so much. Here's my January and February reading list:

  1. Haruko: Love Poems by June Jordan
  2. The Darker Face of the Earth by Rita Dove
  3. The Wake of the Wind by J. California Cooper
  4. The Complete Guide to Close-up and Macro Photography
  5. Black Wings and Blind Angels by Sapphire
  6. To Repel Ghosts: Five Sides in B Minor by Kevin Young
  7. I Wish I Had a Red Dress by Pearl Cleage
  8. Quilting the Black-Eyed Pea by Nikki Giovanni
  9. We Are the Ones We Have Been Waiting For by Alice Walker
  10. Wild Stars Seeking Midnight Suns by J. California Cooper
  11. Letters to a Young Sister: Define Your Destiny by Hill Harper (wasn't at the library so i will read in March...)
If you've decided to start "booking it" this year, leave a comment and let's follow each other.

17 January 2010

I guess today works...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Huh? What? We are already 17 days into the new year? Duh, I got that memo, but thanks for bringing it to my attention, again! Can't we still celebrate?

So, I meant to blog my 2010 resolutions/goals on January 1st (what an novel idea), but I decided to be a trendsetter and wait until today... January 17th....HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Would you like to join me in the chorus of "Auld Lang Syne"? Hmmm, I'll pass, too.

No, no, no...my problem with chronic procrastination has nothing at all to do with waiting until the 17th...scout's honor. No I am not a scout, but my the Big One is...so take that *sticking out my tongue*.

So here's my list:
  1. Read and understand the entire Bible this year. One chapter per week (will double up on the shorter chapters to get in all 66 books) and a one blog summary per week of what I have learned.
  2. Blog, Blog, Blog...2 hours per day. 1 hour to be spent blogging and the other hour to be spent reading/commenting on the blogs of others.
  3. Lose wait...waite....wieght...oh, heck, I can't even spell it, how do you expect me to lose it??
  4. Spend more time with the Big One and the Little One. Note to self: Commute time to and from school does count and so does yelling at them :)
  5. Stop procrastinating so darned much!!!
  6. Join Fish Mama's "I'm Booking It in 2010" challenge. My personal is to read 5 books per month (60 books this year) and dedicate one blog per week to the summary of the book. The reading part of this will be simple for me...actually sitting down and writing a summary will be my challenge.
  7. Take one photo per day and blog about it. Woo-hoo, this goal is going pretty darned well. Check out my Project 365.
  8. Start yoga, again!
Guess that works for today. Maybe will add more later.

19 November 2009

Funeral March: Ode to Chivalry

Not that I'm not an independent woman or anything, but I would love to have someone of the male species to open the spaghetti sauce jar, change the light bulb, slap my booty as I walk by, and to pump my frapping gas. It's not like I'm asking for the answer to world peace, cure for cancer, or for vanilla ice cream with four Oreos, served in a large glass bowl, to have zero calories!!! 

So I'm at the gas station pumping gas.  I give the lady (hereinafter referred to as "Gas Pump #3 Lady") at the next pump the obligatory smile and I'm sure we are both wishing we had someone else to pump our freaking gas.  So yeah, me and Gas Pump #3 Lady had a moment....or so I thought. So I look over at her car and see one male species in the front passenger seat...he's about 30 years old. I also see another male species, about 14 years old in the backseat. Now, I'm not the one to assume (stop the eye-rolling), but they looked pretty darned healthy to me and completely capable of pumping gas. Apparently the song on the radio was much more important to them than Chivalry. Then, to make my jaw drop even further to the ground, a little girl, around 10 years old, walks out of the store and gets into Gas Pump #3 Lady's car. Let's recap: 
  1. Gas Pump #3 Lady - pumping gas. 
  2. Gas Pump #3 Lady's daughter - paying for the gas. 
  3. Gas Pump #3 Lady's husband and son - sitting on their ass.
Where's Chivalry? Did he remain in the 40's with Humphrey Bogart? Did he get lost in the 50's sitcoms? Or maybe Chivalry breathed his last breathe during a storefront bomb in the 60's? Chivalry possibly smoked too much marijuana in the 70's, got the munchies for sweets, and died from a diabetic coma. Or maybe Chivalry broke his neck while re-enacting scenes from the movie Breakin' in the 80's. My thought is that Chivalry is still stuck in the 90's under Bill Clinton's desk (ooooh, low blow..so low) because he sure didn't make it into the 21st century. I further believe that men dug a grave for him, performed the funeral march, and buried him quietly in the woods while all the women were trying to shatter glass ceilings. I demand to have Chivalry's body exhumed because:
  1. Running warm water over the lid of the spaghetti jar and hitting it twice on the bottom never works! 
  2. Changing the light bulb is never fun if you constantly fall out of the chair while doing so.
  3. Slapping my own booty is just pitiful...I mean, really pitiful!

17 November 2009

*Hey, a girl can hope, can't she?*

I was truly inspired today. Who would have "thunk" it -- that crazy gal could inspire me to blog about something other than my photography. If you need my claim of her sheer insanity validated, follow her here.

I am not entirely sure where this blogging journey will lead me, but I sure do plan to have fun getting there.
Maybe this wonderful, beautiful, tastes-great/less-filling blog will do the following:
  1. Evoke smiley, happy feelings
  2. Provide a platform to sell my children. Wait that's this blog.
  3. Stop me from watching mindless television, namely Real Housewives of Atlanta. *wait a sec...scratch that one*
  4.  Enable me to put down my can of coke for more than five seconds
  5. Reassure me of the fact that, "I am woman, hear me roar"...well at least hear me "meow"
  6. Wave a magic wand over the scale and give me back my girlish figure *hey, a girl can hope, can't she?*
  7. Make me invisible to the children referenced in point #2
  8. *Head is beginning to hurt from trying to think of another item to add to the list*
Peace, love, and dread wax!