Rooting for the Little Guy

Wonderful Inquiry

As I was getting everything set for my kiddos to take home, Mr. G- came up and asked me, "Are you having a good day?" I thought I misheard him and asked him to repeat his question. With a little bit louder voice, Mr. G- repeated his question. I was completely taken back by his question, so I didn't have an immediate answer. During the day, I'm too busy worrying about meeting everyone else's needs that I usually forget my own needs. The last thing on my mind is if the day is going okay. After I thought about it for a second, I realized that it just so happened I was having a good day. With enthusiasm and better perspective of my day, I answered yes and asked how his day was going. Wasn't it thoughtful of him to ask?

Best Compliment Ever

Hubster: You're a Bugatti Veyron.
Me: But, I don't want to be a Bugatti Veyron. It looks all chunky. I want to be an Aston Martin. They're prettier.
Hubster: Okay. You're an Aston Martin DBS.

Voila. Presenting the Aston Martin DBS..

Such a Fool - George

One Hundred Years...

Around this time last year, I started One Hundred Years of Solitude. I remember toting it around to my interviews. Then, I dropped it and started reading other books. Recently, I've picked it up right where I had stopped. I was re-inspired after it was mentioned in an article that I read in GQ. I've been working on it for the past couple weeks; honestly, I don't know if I'm going to make it. It seriously feels like its taking a hundred years to read. Don't get me wrong, the prose is beautiful. There's just so many characters and plot lines woven together. Keeping it all straight involves a lot of careful reading and re-reading. Should I just quit? I would hate to be a quitter. My hubster never lets me quit at anything.

Perfect Sunset Description

(My Neighborhood Summer 2004)

The sky was a ragged blaze of red and pink and orange, and its double trembled on the surface of the pond like color spilled from a paintbox. The sun was dropping fast now, a soft red sliding egg yolk, and already to the east there was a darkening to purple.

-Natalie Babbitt