Too Many Books

This afternoon, I lulled away the day. Yes, I'm off work again... I have to be there this Saturday, so I was entitled to the shedding of a few hours today, an attempt to keep overtime to a minimum. That's just fine with me. I meant to come home and take a nap. (That's always on my agenda. Clearly.) Instead, I caught up on my google reader -- or at least made a hell of an attempt to do so -- read a bit of a novel, watched obscene amounts of a three-hour-long, DVR-ed episode of Big Brother After Dark on SHO-time . (This was, in fact, so mind-numbing that it was almost like napping.) So is the story of my life: watch hours tick away while I make little progress: maternal, writerly, or otherwise. It occurs to me that I probably need to learn how to do things, like, I don't know, install a car seat. Or perhaps start a babyspice-registry. Or scope out day-care centers. Instead, I just made a king-sized Snickers my bitch and poured myself a Sweet Tea. Ahh, m...

I've been feeling a little guilty lately. I think I'm sort of obsessed with my own blog. Seriously, I adore coming home for lunch in the middle of my workday. My plan is always to sit down and write. It's the perfect time to work. There are no distractions (other than the hungry rumble in my tummy) or reasons that I shouldn't be able to churn out a good amount of words before I head back to the world of checking account deposits and cash-in tickets. However, I find that when I come home for lunch, all I want to do is blog. My reader is full as a good girl's Christmas stocking, and then there's my own post -- just waiting to be written. Something alarmingly witty, for sure. Something that will generate the multiple comments I will hungrily read from my cell phone when I sneak out for a cigarette break at 4:00. So, I avoid the writing -- you know, of the fiction variety. I sit here, instead watching the text fill the blank screen of a New Po...

So, wedding obsession starts and ends here. I promise. Some of you might be getting tired of my endless string of photos. However, if you are half as obsessed with my wedding as I am, you can watch the highlights! Click here to visit Something Blue Wedding Videos.  Since my bro-in-law owns the business, you can see three "chapters" from my wedding dvd. The highlight reel is the second video in the left column. The credits reel (which is hillarious!) is below the first video, and my photo montage is on the bottom right. Also, if you explore the website you'll see one of my pics on the main page. I'm famous. The purple shoes that have inspired envy. Maybe Susan R. Mills will use them in her blog... just an idea. Everything looks more magical in black and white, don't you think? Next Friday, it's onward to honeymoon photos, because, clearly, you want to see them.

Someday you will find me, caught beneath the landslide, in a champagnge supernova in the sky... I've never been a huge fan of Oasis, though I did once shout "play Wonderwall!" to a patio guitarist taking requests. (The song was featured in an episode of LOST, and it was stuck in my head that day or something.) However, I heard Champagne Supernova on the radio last night, just as I was pulling into my parking space, running ten thirty minutes late to meet my friends for dinner. I didn't care that I was tardy. I just sat there and listened. What a lovely little song. I'm a sucker for a crafty hook -- like Blues Traveler famously observed, the hook brings you back -- and Champagne Supernova certainly obliges. I wanted to hold up my lighter, flick that bic, and have myself one hell of a sing-song. (Okay, who am I kidding. I totally did that. But the lighter got hot and I was afraid one of my friends might see me from their tab...

10.) The premise is cool: A mysterious global event causes everyone to black out simultaneously for two minutes and seventeen seconds, and each person sees a glimpse of their lives six months from now. When they wake up, everyone is left wondering if what they saw will actually happen. 09.) Joseph Fiennes. Sigh. I want to pull out my VHS copy of Shakespeare in Love and listen to him say "You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die. "  08.) The series was adapted for the small screen; it is based on the 1999 novel of the same name by Canadian author Robert J. Sawyer. Sawyer's work is said to "frequently explore the intersection between science and religion, with rationalism always winning out over mysticism." ( wikipedia .) Yeah, I'm going to be reading this book! 07.) Actors from Lost! Sonya Walger (Penelope Widmore) soars as trauma surgeon Olivia Benford,  and I can't wait to see Dominic Monaghan's (Charlie Pace, RIP) character Simon ...