Favorite Books List

I’ve been reading a lot of stuff lately in the blog world about favorite books, etc, and I realized that I needed one spot where I could write down all my faves and my recommendations because I have the world’s worst memory and I can never remember all of them. Even still this won’t be a very complete list but here’s what I’ve come up with so far:
(Disclaimer: a lot of these are “kids books”, since those are and always will be some of favorite books of all time)

Jane Eyre
The Saturdays, Elizabeth Enright
The Shoes Books
Careless Love, The Unmaking of Elvis Presley
Children of the River
First they Killed My Father
Angus, Thongs, and Full Front Snogging
Nickel and Dimed
A Tale of Time City
Dangerous Angels, Francesca Lia Block
Speak
Hard Love
Skipped Parts, Social Blunders, Sorrow Floats, all by Tim Sandlin
Catcher in the Rye
The Great Gatsby
Sloppy Firsts
Second Helpings
Anne of Green Gables, etc.
Little House Books
Betsy Tacy and Tib Books
Cheaper by the Dozen
There Are No Children Here
The Only Alien on the Planet
any book by Sarah Dessen
Walk Two Moons
Charlotte’s Web
Stuart Little
The Trumpet of the Swan
Caddie Woodlawn
The Sun Also Rises
Little Women
Gone With the Wind
Brideshead Revisited
Goodbye Columbus
A Tree Grows In Brooklyn
The Bell Jar
All of A Kind Family

Bye bye Fat Girl

I am 11 pounds from my goal weight.
It has taken me forever to get here. And it has been incredibly hard work. It has been confusing and stressful and depressing and demeaning. I screamed and cried and raged, all about how it was too hard and no one could expect me to do this and it wasn’t working.
But I sucked it up, and I worked harder. Harder than I ever thought I could. Harder than I thought I should have had to. I worked when I thought it wasn’t fair, and I couldn’t do it.

And it was all worth it.

Because somewhere back there in my past is a girl who couldn’t run for a even minute, who felt embarrassed by the size of her ass and the number on a tag at Old Navy, a girl who felt overly full and sick after every meal she ate, who would try to change the subject every time someone talked about size or diets, who thought eating a whole box of reduced fat triscuits was healthy, who ate dinner every night in front of the tv and who didn’t have time for exercise, a girl who though that the people at J Crew were just bitches who didn’t make clothes in her size. And you know what?

I don’t miss that girl.

I hope she never comes back.

Right now I’m running away from her as fast as I can.

Sometime soon I’m gonna have to stop running and get to know the new me, Not Fat Girl. We’re gonna be together for a long time. I think I’m gonna like her better. I’m working on loving her, but we’re not there yet.

Big Love

Two years ago today Mr. E and I were getting married. Right now! How crazy that was.
It seems like it’s been forever and at the same time it seems like barely any time has gone by. I still remember how happy I was on that day and yet I’m even happier today. I might not like living in Nebraska but I can honestly say that to be with my soulmate it’s all worth it.

I’ve always agreed that it’s pointless to talk about love. If you are really in love it’s so profound you can’t describe it worth a damn anyway. But to Mr. E I would like to say:
I love you more than I ever thought possible. More than the French Maid loves Batman, more than Samantha loves Jake Ryan, more than Jaws loves to eat people, more than Ben loves Matt, more than Romy loves Michelle. Maybe even more than…gasp…Tom Cruise loves Katie Holmes.
Now that’s some big love.

Happy Anniversary Petsy.

Vacay

We just got back from Fourth of July weekend and I felt really pissed off to be at work. I just wasn’t in the mood. Of course I think I am about to have my moon time so that could be the reason everyone was irritating the shit out of me, but whatever, this weekend was NOT relaxing. During the last 20 minutes of the day one of my co workers had a loud and annoying phone conversation in which she stated “Karl Rove is a genius” at least four times. Yeah, a genius or SATAN, I can’t decide either.

The point is that Mr. E both decided “oh fuck it” and in a rare mood of spontaneity not often seen in our household other than in the sale shoe area in Target, we are going on a vacation this week! Woo hoo! We cashed in our chips (metaphorically, in actuallity they were our vouchers on NW that we got for giving up our seats) and we will be joining Mr. E and his family on a camping trip in the wild blue wonder. Woo hoo! I could not be more excited. I hope that doesn’t mean I will be disappointed.

In other news, that means I only have two days to pack and also to lose five pounds. Maybe if I could actually do number two every once in a while that would help. Note to intestines “POO!”. Thank you.

Boringly enough, I will now make a list of things I should remember on my camping trip, otherwise known as Operation Delicate Balance, Or How Not to Get Fat OR Crabby on Family Camping trips:

-Running stuff including IPOD, headphones, shoes, washcloths, socks, shorts, sports bra, and tank top.
-Instant oatmeal
-Coffee and travel french press?
-some kind of oatmeal or pria bars
-gum
-peanut m and m’s
-fruit
-beef jerkey?
-cheerios or some other snack like that
-cheese sticks

I should be fine. I just need to remember that I live and die by my morning and afternoon snack.

If they’re so famous how come I can never find them?

We’re going to a barbeque for the 4th and I promised to make my delicious Fourth of July cake. This is really nothing more than icebox whipped cream cake with blueberries and raspberries on it, but it’s truly awesome and delicious, unless of course someone accidentally spills soy sauce on it, even though you know it wasn’t really an accident because secretly your mom just couldn’t handle the thought of all the whipped cream and chocolate being unleashed on an innocent and unsuspecting world, but the good news is soy sauce can totally be wiped off whipped cream, ya’all.

The real trick is finding the goddamed chocolate cookies, and they are totally the kind of food that you are always seeing in the grocery store and making mental notes to remember that they are totally in the ice cream aisle and then when you promise someone you will make the cake and go to the ice cream aisle they are totally not there. Then you spend the next three days wandering up and down random grocery store aisles muttering “famous yellow box” under your breath and swearing. Weeks later they will magically reappear and remain in plain sight until you need them again.

But the Fourth of July just isn’t the Fourth of July without red white and blue cake, and I’ve been down the jello flag cake road before and it’s not one I intend on ever going down again. If I have to spend all weekend finding those damn cookies, well, then that’s just what it takes.
Meanwhile, where the fuck are they? I know I’ve seen those bastards all over town…

Lucky for her she’s so darn cute.

It is possible to be the embodiment of all evile and still be the cutest puppy ever.

Exhibit A, if you will: