Too Many Books

Well, my first attempt at National November Writing Month was an utter FAIL... unless, of course, you consider it a success to write 25k in words when the goal is 50. When you look at it that way , I only half failed. Awesomespice. (I'm pretty sure I'll only add spice onto words when being sarcastic, Jayme. I want to use it correctly, but I just can't. I hate to say it, but I think it's like fetch : it's just never going to happen. Sorry, Gretchen Weiners.) Yes, it's Monday and I am moody. I feel like someone took a hacksaw to my sinus cavities last night while I was sleeping, and when they were finished with that torture, they went ahead and stuck a hot poker in my bronchial areas. It's all grim and phlegm over here at musings of amber murphy today. Still, I vow to accentuate the positive. Look out for LoDecWriMo, which stands for Local December Writing Month, and is my own little venture to write fifty thousand words in the same month as Chri...

Did anyone else have their holiday weekend interrupted with work today? The tyrptophan has not even worn of yet, and I'm back at the bank. Clearly, it is the slowest day of the year, as the Black Friday shoppers have no money left to deposit, and the sane folk are warm at home, eating turkey omelets and watching football. (Louisville's game starts at 11:00 this morning, in order for us to share our losing season with a national audience on ESPN 2. Suffice it to say, it wasn't too much of a sacrifice to come to work rather than attending the last home game of the season. It's like fourty degrees outside, so the weather is even less desirable than the dismal number in the Cardinal-win-column.) In other news, I learned a lesson yesterday. If one wants to keep her blog semi-separate from her "real" life, mentioning said blog in a facebook status update is really not the way to go... especially on or near a Thursday, in my case. Last night, my brother-in-law ...

My husband will probably kill me if he catches me writing this, because he doesn't really like when I bring it up. I mean, it's been over three months since this happened, so I think he should just get over it. Here goes. On September 6th, just after 4:00 in the morning, I updated my facebook status to "I think I am getting divorced." Needless to say, I awoke the next afternoon to a facebook inbox and a voicemail inbox flooded with concerms. (No one clicked "like" on that status. I guess I don't have anyone pining for me in such a way that they are rooting for me to leave my husband. Kind of sad.) Here's what caused the status update: Hubs and I were hanging out at that bar - you know, the place that would eventually cause me to puke in my own car and stuff. He made a trip to the restroom and I sat on a barstool alone. I was starting to wonder if he fell in or something, but spotted him across the way talking to some pals he ran into. I s...

And please click on the word turkey for a You Tube clip of the funniest Family Feud episode of all time, where a guy can't saying  turkey.

January 20 at 7:44pm Amber Leigh Tidd Murphy has a new president, and a new precedent. February 1 at 8:26pm is superbolwing February 23 at 2:49pm got a (tax) refund. I dig it! March 2 at 10:37pm is another year older and wiser.... thanks for all the birthday wishes! June 26 at 9:28pm I never update facebook anymore... but I felt the need to sign up for twitter?! July 20 at 5:24pm just did the grocery shopping for probably the first time since we've been married... I'd kind of forgotten how nice it is to choose ones own food. :) August 31 at 8:24am · one year down, the rest to go. happy one year! anniversary, murph. i love you. · September 1 at 3:02pm sometimes i secretly wish michael vick would kidnap my dog. is that bad? September 6 at 4:02am I think I am getting divorced. September 6 at 2:10pm Alcohol + facebook at 4:00 a.m. = bad idea. September 11 at 7:54am Where were you? I was home. I declined a substitute teaching job that day. I am so th...

I wish I could say I remember when I got the bear, that it was a gift from an important relative. But, I don't remember. I have no recollection of receiving him: no memory of unwrapping him from a box or pulling him from a gift bag and saying, "Oh my gosh! I wanted this bear so much." It could have been a Christmas gift, or something I got on my birthday. He might have come directly from a plastic store bag, given to me at some random moment rather than on a special occasion, or could have been a toy I earned for being a good girl one day in Wal-Mart. Maybe the reason I don't remember the moment I received Snuggles is because it just seems like he has always been there. Without shame, I will admit that I slept with that little guy until a man started sharing my bed on a regular basis. These days, he lives in my closet, in a tote bag with some lesser-revered stuffed animals. He's actually in pretty good shape: still has two eyes and a little nose firmly a...

This morning I stumbled across a mix cd my husband made for me a few years ago and my heart pitterpattered when I discovered track five, the song Forever,  which is officially a Beach Boys song, but in my heart will always be the hit ballard performed by Uncle Jesse on Full House when he fronted the band Jesse and the Rippers. Don't tell me you don't remember that episode... the horrible remix, and then the sensitive music video at the end. And who could forget when he sang it to Aunt Becky at their wedding? All I have to say is this: Suck it, Robert Pattinson. You ain't no Stamos.