For February, we read The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. And then I immediately went out and bought the sequel and pre-ordered the third book coming out in August. Whew!
I started reading shortly after our last book club. I had NO idea what it was about, so I just started in. And then my mouth fell open and I put it down, uncertain if I wanted to keep reading. A week later I picked it up and COULD. NOT. PUT. IT. DOWN. It's been a LONG time since I read a book in a day. A LONG time. Poor Sammy got to watch a lot of tv while I finished!
This is not at all my usual book choice. Isaac chuckled when I told him the premise and started laughing that I was reading science fiction. I'm not a scifi kind of girl. Unless you count watching Firefly or Big Bang Theory... Which I totally don't. But I just got caught up in the story and was desperate to find out what happened. And then what happened. And then what happened. Such a lovely escape book. And beautifully written. I honestly could SEE these people and their world. I felt as if I knew them by the end. High praise, indeed.
I was trying not to start the sequel, Catching Fire, quite yet, knowing I have until August until the third book comes out, but...I caved. Read it on Tuesday. Read 2/3 of it at one sitting and then had the hardest time deciphering fact from fiction for a good ten minutes after I put it down. I couldn't tell you the last time a book has sucked me in so thoroughly. All day Wednesday I kept FEELING like their laws were our laws and I had such an unsettling feeling, not knowing the difference. Cannot wait until book three...
Next up for March: The Sharper Your Knife, The Less You Cry by Kathleen Flinn
Music:
(life on mars?, bowie: have I mentioned how hot he is?!)
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
If Anyone Could Make Me Cheat On My Pretend Boyfriend...
I don't love anyone the way I love Neil. There was a time that Paul Weller came close (still does, on occasion), but Neil always stood supreme. But if anyone could give my Neil love a run for its money, it would be Glen. My love. I mean, seriously. How can someone not love this?
(say it to me now)
That song gives me chills. And it doesn't hurt that he's just smokin' hot...
I'm not sure I could narrow down my favorite Glen songs. I'm finding ones I've missed all the time. I'm uncovering layers of others all the time. For now, though, this one holds the number one spot in my heart.
(fake)
And if I ever need a good venting song, this is usually the go to.
(lies)
And, of course, I LOVE the way he writes about love. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.
(lay me down)
"My open arms, my lucky charms" for a perfect sing at the top of your lungs song:
(revelate)
And this. How could anyone tire of this?
(falling slowly)
And after all of those? It doesn't EVEN scratch the surface...Ah, Neil. Hurry with some new music!
(say it to me now)
That song gives me chills. And it doesn't hurt that he's just smokin' hot...
I'm not sure I could narrow down my favorite Glen songs. I'm finding ones I've missed all the time. I'm uncovering layers of others all the time. For now, though, this one holds the number one spot in my heart.
(fake)
And if I ever need a good venting song, this is usually the go to.
(lies)
And, of course, I LOVE the way he writes about love. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.
(lay me down)
"My open arms, my lucky charms" for a perfect sing at the top of your lungs song:
(revelate)
And this. How could anyone tire of this?
(falling slowly)
And after all of those? It doesn't EVEN scratch the surface...Ah, Neil. Hurry with some new music!
same, same!
media
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Love at Fourth...Fifth...Sixth...
Part the first
My divorce was final in early February. Isaac and I's first date was the last week of March. We went to the movies (Gattaca) and out for ice cream with my sister and her husband. The next night he came over to my house for egg enchiladas, a video and, uh, other stuff. It was a lovely date. We were pretty inseparable after that...not that we weren't before. Around the same time as our first date I graduated from college. I found a job two hours south and we did the long distance thing - talking every day, weekend trips. This lasted until sometime in late June when Isaac broke up with me. I was heartbroken. I didn't feel like I was *just* losing a boyfriend, I knew this would alter my friendship with my best friend (Isaac). I was crushed, but somehow kept thinking that this wasn't the end to our story. That he just needed time to figure it out, but he'd be back.
We still saw each other and talked, but it wasn't the same. Late that summer we had a fight. A huge fight. I don't remember how it started, but it included how I thought his mother disapproved of me since I had previously been married and how I thought his family hated me. It then moved on to how I didn't think he was man enough to admit what he wanted (me) and go for it and ended with a brilliant, shiny, yelled "go to hell" from me whereon we didn't speak for months.
It was around this time that I started re-dating my ex. I wanted to make sure I had done the right thing and dating was a way for me to be certain. We had a great time, actually. We went to Sundance and movies and stayed in and talked - really talked. It was mostly easy and comfortable and made my head foggy. A few months in, things started getting harder. I would come home from our weekends together crying and miserable and confused. In talking to one person, they mentioned that if I were so miserable after our dates, maybe that was an answer for what I should do. I knew the only way to know for sure was to date someone else that I already loved, not just someone random. And so, I swallowed my pride and apologized to Isaac. It didn't take long before we set a date for our second first date.
THAT was the date that was awkward and stilted. THAT was the date that I knew I'd marry him if he asked. That was the date that changed everything for me, nearly a year after our first date. But I took the next few weeks and dated them both, just to be sure of my feelings. I left dates with my ex crying and confused. I left dates with Isaac completely in love and not wanting to leave. My choice was clear and I was at peace with breaking things off with my ex.
I think Isaac and I started talking about getting married toward the end of that second first date. I think we both knew this was it for us, but, still, we didn't get engaged right away. In late May I went to New York with my roommate. I had a great time and didn't want to come home. I completely fell in love with the city. I joke that the only reason I came home is to get Isaac and go back. It was the week after I came home that he proposed. I said absolutely (well, actually, I don't remember what I said. I try to block the proposal out because it was during an argument...). I wanted to get married on July 31, but we (read not me) didn't think it was enough time, so we set the date in late August (and just for the record? Everything was pretty much done mid-July but announcements had been sent. I still wish we had eloped and just held the party for everyone in August...). It was the hardest two months, being away from him. The happy part of the story is that it isn't any easier today when we're apart, either. I miss him the second he walks out the door for work everyday of my life. Sappy, much? But still true.
Love it...
(fall hard, shout out louds)
My divorce was final in early February. Isaac and I's first date was the last week of March. We went to the movies (Gattaca) and out for ice cream with my sister and her husband. The next night he came over to my house for egg enchiladas, a video and, uh, other stuff. It was a lovely date. We were pretty inseparable after that...not that we weren't before. Around the same time as our first date I graduated from college. I found a job two hours south and we did the long distance thing - talking every day, weekend trips. This lasted until sometime in late June when Isaac broke up with me. I was heartbroken. I didn't feel like I was *just* losing a boyfriend, I knew this would alter my friendship with my best friend (Isaac). I was crushed, but somehow kept thinking that this wasn't the end to our story. That he just needed time to figure it out, but he'd be back.
We still saw each other and talked, but it wasn't the same. Late that summer we had a fight. A huge fight. I don't remember how it started, but it included how I thought his mother disapproved of me since I had previously been married and how I thought his family hated me. It then moved on to how I didn't think he was man enough to admit what he wanted (me) and go for it and ended with a brilliant, shiny, yelled "go to hell" from me whereon we didn't speak for months.
It was around this time that I started re-dating my ex. I wanted to make sure I had done the right thing and dating was a way for me to be certain. We had a great time, actually. We went to Sundance and movies and stayed in and talked - really talked. It was mostly easy and comfortable and made my head foggy. A few months in, things started getting harder. I would come home from our weekends together crying and miserable and confused. In talking to one person, they mentioned that if I were so miserable after our dates, maybe that was an answer for what I should do. I knew the only way to know for sure was to date someone else that I already loved, not just someone random. And so, I swallowed my pride and apologized to Isaac. It didn't take long before we set a date for our second first date.
THAT was the date that was awkward and stilted. THAT was the date that I knew I'd marry him if he asked. That was the date that changed everything for me, nearly a year after our first date. But I took the next few weeks and dated them both, just to be sure of my feelings. I left dates with my ex crying and confused. I left dates with Isaac completely in love and not wanting to leave. My choice was clear and I was at peace with breaking things off with my ex.
I think Isaac and I started talking about getting married toward the end of that second first date. I think we both knew this was it for us, but, still, we didn't get engaged right away. In late May I went to New York with my roommate. I had a great time and didn't want to come home. I completely fell in love with the city. I joke that the only reason I came home is to get Isaac and go back. It was the week after I came home that he proposed. I said absolutely (well, actually, I don't remember what I said. I try to block the proposal out because it was during an argument...). I wanted to get married on July 31, but we (read not me) didn't think it was enough time, so we set the date in late August (and just for the record? Everything was pretty much done mid-July but announcements had been sent. I still wish we had eloped and just held the party for everyone in August...). It was the hardest two months, being away from him. The happy part of the story is that it isn't any easier today when we're apart, either. I miss him the second he walks out the door for work everyday of my life. Sappy, much? But still true.
Love it...
(fall hard, shout out louds)
same, same!
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Monday, March 1, 2010
Dancing Queen...
This weekend we went to a family dance. I had fun, Sammy had a great time. Isaac...well, the jury's still out. It was so adorable watching Sammy asking his aunt and cousin to dance (seriously...be still my heart!). However, it also reminded me how much I miss dancing. I love dancing. I miss it. I had so much fun. I kept thinking of evenings spent at the Galleria, dancing instead of studying. Nights spent with the former best friend dancing (at least three days a week). Scheduling my life to fit it in at every possible moment.
I can't believe that whole scene was a lifetime ago. And that it's over for my lifetime, apparently. I get that things come and go. I get that every life has seasons for things. I realize that going out dancing isn't that big of a deal to most. But I just can't wrap my head around that it's something I DID instead of something I'm still doing. Sometimes it's just baffling, these thoughts that time is passing.
Dancing music:
(take a chance on me, erasure)
I can't believe that whole scene was a lifetime ago. And that it's over for my lifetime, apparently. I get that things come and go. I get that every life has seasons for things. I realize that going out dancing isn't that big of a deal to most. But I just can't wrap my head around that it's something I DID instead of something I'm still doing. Sometimes it's just baffling, these thoughts that time is passing.
Dancing music:
(take a chance on me, erasure)
same, same!
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