Archive for June, 2009

cover“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend the rest of his life answering.”

A friend of mine started a book club, and our first meeting was last week.  We read The History of Love by Nicole Krauss.

The two main characters are an old man named Leo Gursky who lives alone in New York, and a young teenager named Alma. The novel opens with Leo explaining how he spends most of his days just trying to be seen – posing for a nude drawing class, making a mess at Starbucks – because all he wants is “not to die on a day when I went unseen.”  Leo is extremely endearing, funny and tragic. We book club members all agreed he was our favorite character and I think a character I will remember for a while.

We learn that Leo fell in love with a young girl in Poland named Alma and wrote a book about her called The History of Love. Leo believes the book was lost, but it was plagarized and later published in Spanish.

In present day, we meet a teenager named Alma. She was named after a character from her parents favorite book, The History of Love. After Alma’s father dies, her mother is hired to translate the book from Spanish to English. Alma sets out to find the real Alma and the author of The History of Love.

I don’t want to give anything away, so I will just say that I thought this book was very well written, very poetic or prose-like, which is a style I love. Both Leo & Alma showed a lot of humor and imagination.

About having worn her late father’s sweater for 42 days in a row, Alma explains: “On the twelfth day I passed Sharon Newman and her friends in the hall. ‘WHAT’S UP WITH THAT DISGUSTING SWEATER?’ she said. Go eat some hemlock, I thought, and decided to wear Dad’s sweater for the rest of my life.”

This is the opening line of the book. Love it. “When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, Leo Gursky is survived by an apartment full of shit”

The main complaint from the book club members (including me) was that  jumping between the different storylines created a lot of confusion. This is definitely a book you need to read slowly. I thought the ending was lovely though. It didn’t tie up all the loose ends perfectly like many novels, but it was still very moving.

Anyway, overall, thumbs up. Surprisingly great read. Anyone else want to chime in?


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I may or may not be falling completely in love with this guy.



I may or may not see the new Transformers movie just to drool.

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Speaking of the King of Pop…

It always baffles me when people think everyone from Wisconsin says “pop” to describe their drinks.  I never understood it until now.  It’s those foolish Westerners!

Check out this awesome map.  The link to a larger map is here.


Did you follow my train of thought there? It’s going to be an interesting day.

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The heat brought the ants in yesterday. I found them crawling around Indy’s food dish. Sick.

I don’t like using any RAID or other store products because I worry about Indy & Alfie, so a quick google search produced some “all natural” solutions. There are tons of options out there. My choices were based on the only things I actually had available in my house.

So, the ants are currently being repelled by the following:
bay leaves
black pepper

I will let you know how it goes. Has anyone else tried any natural remedies that actually worked?

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clunkerDread is what I have been feeling for the past month or so.  Ever since I realized that while Matt is gone for 3 weeks, I will be forced to mow the lawn.  I asked Matt if I could pay the neighbor kids to do it. 
Granted, we only know a few neighbor kids, and I’ve never actually seen any of them mow their own lawns, but they’d have to be better at it than me, right?  According to Matt, no.  I must do it myself.

Let me preface this by saying that I realize how this makes me look:  weak, babyish, princessy, whiney, pathetic, stereotypical loser, etc.

I know all of the above probably apply to me, and I just don’t care. I have never mowed a lawn.  Ever.  In my life.  

But today my friends?  Today was special.  Today I conquered my fear.  

It was blazing hot.  I almost passed out twice.  It took me at least 10 pulls to get the dumb thing started.  And now my arm is going to fall off.

lawn side

What, those don’t look like straight lines to you?

I got about halfway through mowing, and I start to hear a sputter.  And, shockingly enough, the thing  dies on me. 

After all that work?  It’s just going to die?  In the middle of the lawn?  On the corner where all my neighbors can see me?  I was not prepared for this kind of disaster.  I hauled ass back to the garage.  I stared at it for awhile.  I pondered. I panicked. I may have kicked it.

I called Kenner, but he didn’t answer. 

It was time to use my brain.  The only logical solution I could think of was to refill the gas tank.  Matt assured me he would fill it up before he left so I just assumed it was full.  Maybe it takes more than one refill to mow a half-acre lawn?  Anyway, I rested a little bit and geared myself up to get back out there.  I filled up the tank. 

This time, I put all my might into that starter, and it worked on the first try.  HA!  Take that stupid lawn mower!

When I got to the backyard, all hell broke loose.  There are way too many hills, trees, bushes and curved mulch areas back there for me to handle.  Oh, I still mowed it.  But it’s not very pretty.  Not as pretty as my straight lines in the rest of the yard.

lawn (2)

For sure.

I will write about the rest of my weekend once I recover.

Oh, and Happy Father’s Day! Kenner rules.
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Matt is officially gone to Oregon for grad school.  Until July 6th.  I know it’s not really that long, but it’s still hard.  Luckily, I have a list of about 829740 things to do around the house while he’s gone, so I will be keeping busy. 

Also, I have these freaks to look after.











Have a great weekend everyone!

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Wednesday Confession

So, speaking of babies.  About 2 or 3 years ago, I purchased a cute blue polka dot tank top thing from NY & Co.  For some unknown reason, I did not try it on.  I got home, put it on, and realized I looked extremely pregnant.  

And yet.  I did not return it.  I have never worn it.  It’s sitting in a storage bin underneath my bed with other random things like windpants and umbro shorts.  Everytime I open up the storage bin I think, hmm, I should probably do something about this shirt.  Occasionally I try it on to see if the whole maternity-shirt-vibe has lessened.  It has not.

So, my confession is that the real reason I never returned or donated the shirt is because my first thought was, Hmm, I’ll just keep it until I’m actually pregnant!  Well, we’re at 3 years and counting people.  And no plans for any babies anytime soon. 

Seriously.  It’s just a tank top.  It’s not that great.  Who does that?

Anyway, I leave you with a pic of my two favorite nieces (well, my only nieces) – Molly and Ella.


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