Have you read the top 5 "risky reads" according to msnbc? I'm seriously considering giving back my master's degree in English because I haven't read two of them, although I will say that one of them is on my to-read list (I just haven't forked over the money to get it for my Kindle).
1. Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut
2. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
3. Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
4. The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie
5. Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller
If you're interested in checking out the article and reading a brief description of each book, here's the link.
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/44699167/ns/today-books/t/risky-reads-books-have-been-banned?gt1=43001
If you want to guess which book is on my to-read list, leave me a comment and challenge me to just buy it for goodness sake!
And if you've read Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret and it exhausted you at the age of 11 (talk about a disappointing banned read), come on over for a big high-five.
Happy reading!
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Toothless to Two-Toothed
Oh my word, was Sunday the last day that I posted? I've lived a lot of sleepless life since then. In a word... teething. No, not me. Milo. Bless his poor little two-toothed mouth, he's had a rough go of it.
Anyway, here's my little man looking, well, more like a boy and less like a baby.
I know, I know. You've never seen a cuter baby, right? I feel exactly the same way!
Anyway, here's my little man looking, well, more like a boy and less like a baby.
I know, I know. You've never seen a cuter baby, right? I feel exactly the same way!
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Uh-oh
And so it begins. Guess what I found when I went to pick up Milo from his nap today?
Oh yes. He figured out how to stand himself up. And so it begins.
Oh yes. He figured out how to stand himself up. And so it begins.
Friday, September 23, 2011
likemelikemelikemelikemelikeme
Well, I'm starting a new venture. You know I've been working on headbands and whatnot (thus my sporadic posts the last few weeks). Well, I'm starting a little bid-ness (that's business, my friends) called RubiLu. It's basically fabric flowers, headbands, cutesy things...
Anyway, even though I've sworn off Facebook, I can't ignore its value in terms of advertisement. So I've started a RubiLu page, and would you pretty please go on and like me. Please?
Anyway, even though I've sworn off Facebook, I can't ignore its value in terms of advertisement. So I've started a RubiLu page, and would you pretty please go on and like me. Please?
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
No More Bananas (pt.1)
Milo usually loves bananas, but the last few days he's been feeling a little off... Lucky for him, Nate likes to harass him anyway and catch it on video. We're just creating memories, people.
Here and there
Milo crawling is a normal sight in our house now. It's even more fun when Nate crawls along with him...
Monday, September 19, 2011
A Triumphant Twelve
Ahhh, yesterday's run. What a momentous occasion in my mind.
I awoke with eager anticipation - a 12-mile run, something I haven't done in at least 2 years. I was pumped (literally - haha), stretched, and ready to go. I had dropped my water and packed my gu (espresso luv flavor compliments of Michael) and started out the run at the front of the pack. Oh, it was glorious. 6:00 a.m. had never felt like such a treat, even with the low clouds and high humidity, and everything was beautiful until...
We were running down the college cut-off road and noticed a figure looming in the ditch across the road. Someone called out, "Is that...?" Oh yes, it was. It was across the street and still far too close for comfort. It was a skunk, tail high and proud, looking like it was about to cross over to us for a little fun. Suddenly a car sped by and backed the little guy up, and at that point, we were past him, calling out to the people behind us to look out.
"Oh man, that totally freaked me out. Can you believe that was a... Wait a minute, what is that?"
And this time it was in the ditch, right next to me. Oh yes, another skunk. Just waiting to spray me.
Then it happened. My legs took off almost without me, I was sprinting like I've never sprinted before, and all the while I was warning everyone like this: "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!"
(Good to know that in a crisis, I will run off and leave everyone behind, screaming like a maniac)
Chad was right behind me and said that when the skunk heard me "Eeeeeeeee," he took off back into the woods. Guess I was a little bit much for him. Serves him right, though. What self-respecting skunk is out and about trying to spray innocent runners at 6:00 in the morning?
Whew. That was just the first mile or two. The rest was seemingly uneventful, until mile 9 or 10 when the heavens opened up and poured on us. I mean, I was drenched, my shoes were squidgy, and I was in the worst possible running outfit for this situation. White running tank, light blue running shorts... I had apparently come ready to win the wet t-shirt contest. And as I ran, soggy and dripping, I happened to look down and saw the most horrifying thing through my white shirt - my own belly button. Oh yes, I was that person. The water-logged exerciser with the shirt that just won't stay out of her own slightly rounder than desired belly button. How many times have I gagged over that very same person? I got exactly what I deserved, and it didn't feel good. It's a good thing I didn't notice until we got back that you could also see the freckles on my legs through my now-transparent shorts, and from behind, a nice big shot of my black and white striped undies (and honestly, who knows what else?).
Needless to say, when I triumphantly finished my 12 miles, I promptly stuck a water bottle under my shirt to hide my belly button and stood sheepishly against my car. Guess I'll think twice before I get dressed next time, right?
So that was my twelve. Here's hoping my own private half marathon is a little less eventful next week.
I awoke with eager anticipation - a 12-mile run, something I haven't done in at least 2 years. I was pumped (literally - haha), stretched, and ready to go. I had dropped my water and packed my gu (espresso luv flavor compliments of Michael) and started out the run at the front of the pack. Oh, it was glorious. 6:00 a.m. had never felt like such a treat, even with the low clouds and high humidity, and everything was beautiful until...
We were running down the college cut-off road and noticed a figure looming in the ditch across the road. Someone called out, "Is that...?" Oh yes, it was. It was across the street and still far too close for comfort. It was a skunk, tail high and proud, looking like it was about to cross over to us for a little fun. Suddenly a car sped by and backed the little guy up, and at that point, we were past him, calling out to the people behind us to look out.
"Oh man, that totally freaked me out. Can you believe that was a... Wait a minute, what is that?"
And this time it was in the ditch, right next to me. Oh yes, another skunk. Just waiting to spray me.
Then it happened. My legs took off almost without me, I was sprinting like I've never sprinted before, and all the while I was warning everyone like this: "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!"
(Good to know that in a crisis, I will run off and leave everyone behind, screaming like a maniac)
Chad was right behind me and said that when the skunk heard me "Eeeeeeeee," he took off back into the woods. Guess I was a little bit much for him. Serves him right, though. What self-respecting skunk is out and about trying to spray innocent runners at 6:00 in the morning?
Whew. That was just the first mile or two. The rest was seemingly uneventful, until mile 9 or 10 when the heavens opened up and poured on us. I mean, I was drenched, my shoes were squidgy, and I was in the worst possible running outfit for this situation. White running tank, light blue running shorts... I had apparently come ready to win the wet t-shirt contest. And as I ran, soggy and dripping, I happened to look down and saw the most horrifying thing through my white shirt - my own belly button. Oh yes, I was that person. The water-logged exerciser with the shirt that just won't stay out of her own slightly rounder than desired belly button. How many times have I gagged over that very same person? I got exactly what I deserved, and it didn't feel good. It's a good thing I didn't notice until we got back that you could also see the freckles on my legs through my now-transparent shorts, and from behind, a nice big shot of my black and white striped undies (and honestly, who knows what else?).
Needless to say, when I triumphantly finished my 12 miles, I promptly stuck a water bottle under my shirt to hide my belly button and stood sheepishly against my car. Guess I'll think twice before I get dressed next time, right?
So that was my twelve. Here's hoping my own private half marathon is a little less eventful next week.
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