B- "So I was going to place that Nutrisystem order today..."
C- "I know, I have every intention of getting back on track too."
B- "Let's just say that whoever gets motivated to start first, the other one HAS to follow in their footsteps right away. No matter what."
C- "We need some sort of real goal to work toward....I know!! Okay, I really got it!! What if....whoever hits the 40lbs lost mark first picks the color of the living room paint. No exceptions. That's just the color it's going to be."
(B thinking about it.)
B- "Whoever hits the 80 lbs lost mark first gets their wildest sexual fantasy fullfilled."
(C's eyebrows hit the roof.)
B- "Mine is going to involve you drinking copious amounts of alcohol."
C- "Mine is going to involve you needing some form of topical numbing agent."
B- "Bring mouthwash."
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The best book of 2009....so far.
So, I am now convinced that I actually really do have secret magical powers! Allow me to explain....Bryan and I love to spend hours at the book store. It's something we both enjoy and look forward to on weekends. That being said, we have very different experiences once we arrive. This is why:
Me
I go to see what new magazines are out.
I go to see what new bestseller might be interesting.
I go to pick through the bargain books.
I go to see what new children's book I could give as a gift.
I go to get good ideas out of home design books.
I go to find a new recipe.
Bryan
He goes to READ.
That's it. He walks in, goes straight to graphic novels, grabs a handful and then he sits down and reads. Man alive, that husband of mine would read (at the book store) for 4 maybe 6 hours if left to his own devices. I'm usually done with what I was doing after the 2nd or 3rd hour and I'll go find Bryan and tell him "I'm ready when you're ready" which is code for "I'm bored", but apparently since it's 'unfair' to assume he's going to jump out of his chair and follow me out the door that very second, I always have to wait around another 10-15min.
THIS is where magic happens. I start wandering around, just waiting really, and I'll spot a random book sitting on the shelf and I am inexplicably drawn to it! So I go to it and pick it up and read the description and I am intrigued but not yet excited because it's just a random book after all. I don't know anything about it or I would have already looked at it hours earlier. Maybe I buy it that day or maybe I request it from the library, but the result when I read it is always the same.....I LOVE IT. I absolutely can't put it down and develop book lust, I love the book so damn much! This phenomenon has been happening for years now and has brought such books as The Historian, The Thirteenth Tale and The Monsters of Templeton into my life and it's now happened again with The Help by Kathryn Stockett.
It's a story set in Jackson, Mississippi during the civil rights movement of the early 60's. It's about black housekeepers working for white families. I'm not going to go into a long explanation of the book because if you're interested, you'll look it up and read it and then you'll see what I'm taking about. It's a very easy book to read, especially since you can't put it down.
I finished it this morning and this evening when Bryan and I were playing around as we always do he accidentally poked me in the eye. I don't really understand what happened at that moment but I just got all these flashes of parts of the book in my head and I sat down on my living room floor and I cried. No, I SOBBED. I was crying and crying and Bryan with that endearing, confused look on his face just sitting next to me asking if he had really poked me THAT hard. I kept trying to reassure him that I was perfectly fine but I couldn't form words. I had to really reign it in though when I could tell he was getting a little desperate.
B- "Honey, you know crying confuses us men."
B- "Is this a water faucet thing?" (This has happened to me before and that's how I explained it to him.)
I'm going to carry the memory of this book for a little while, I think. It was so thought-provoking, how could I not?
Me
I go to see what new magazines are out.
I go to see what new bestseller might be interesting.
I go to pick through the bargain books.
I go to see what new children's book I could give as a gift.
I go to get good ideas out of home design books.
I go to find a new recipe.
Bryan
He goes to READ.
That's it. He walks in, goes straight to graphic novels, grabs a handful and then he sits down and reads. Man alive, that husband of mine would read (at the book store) for 4 maybe 6 hours if left to his own devices. I'm usually done with what I was doing after the 2nd or 3rd hour and I'll go find Bryan and tell him "I'm ready when you're ready" which is code for "I'm bored", but apparently since it's 'unfair' to assume he's going to jump out of his chair and follow me out the door that very second, I always have to wait around another 10-15min.
THIS is where magic happens. I start wandering around, just waiting really, and I'll spot a random book sitting on the shelf and I am inexplicably drawn to it! So I go to it and pick it up and read the description and I am intrigued but not yet excited because it's just a random book after all. I don't know anything about it or I would have already looked at it hours earlier. Maybe I buy it that day or maybe I request it from the library, but the result when I read it is always the same.....I LOVE IT. I absolutely can't put it down and develop book lust, I love the book so damn much! This phenomenon has been happening for years now and has brought such books as The Historian, The Thirteenth Tale and The Monsters of Templeton into my life and it's now happened again with The Help by Kathryn Stockett.
It's a story set in Jackson, Mississippi during the civil rights movement of the early 60's. It's about black housekeepers working for white families. I'm not going to go into a long explanation of the book because if you're interested, you'll look it up and read it and then you'll see what I'm taking about. It's a very easy book to read, especially since you can't put it down.
I finished it this morning and this evening when Bryan and I were playing around as we always do he accidentally poked me in the eye. I don't really understand what happened at that moment but I just got all these flashes of parts of the book in my head and I sat down on my living room floor and I cried. No, I SOBBED. I was crying and crying and Bryan with that endearing, confused look on his face just sitting next to me asking if he had really poked me THAT hard. I kept trying to reassure him that I was perfectly fine but I couldn't form words. I had to really reign it in though when I could tell he was getting a little desperate.
B- "Honey, you know crying confuses us men."
B- "Is this a water faucet thing?" (This has happened to me before and that's how I explained it to him.)
I'm going to carry the memory of this book for a little while, I think. It was so thought-provoking, how could I not?
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