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I found a new, permanent home, using WordPress software.  Here is my new address, hope to see you there:

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Kindle, Nook, Paperback Book?

I love to read.  I don’t mean that in the way people say they love french fries, Desperate Housewives, or cute puppies.  I mean, I absolutely love to read any chance I get.  I’ll read anything I can get my hands on.  If I can’t get my hands on something, I’ll start reading billboards, license plates, bumper stickers; you get the idea.  Mostly, though, I love paperbacks.  I’ll buy a hardcover in a pinch, but I prefer the pliancy of a paperback.  Bibliophiles stop now!  I’m about to traumatize you.  I love breaking the spine of a new paperback.  I love to fold the book back over on itself so I can hold it in one hand.  I love how I can shove a paperback into my bag and not worry that it’ll get ruined.  So far, the only thing that has really threatened my paperbacks at all is the bath-tub.  I hardly ever read in there anymore because it’s just not comfortable for me to try to keep the book from submerging along with me.

I am also a major techno-geek.  (not to be mistaken for nerd, pleasethankyou!)  I love gadgets and technology.  While others are stressing about the lack of privacy online I am cheering for full steam ahead on the techno-train.  How can you not love how far we’ve come technologically?  We can shop, watch TV, play games, and talk to our friends, all at the same time and without ever leaving our bed. (if that’s your thing, and it happens to be mine)

So with the advent of the e-reader, I’m undecided.  Do I take the plunge and move forward with my techno-geeky side so that I can get any book I want within 60 seconds (as long as I have a wi-fi connection)?  Or will the hard, glossy plastic alienate me and force me to have yet another piece of electronic equipment that sits around my house collecting dust?  One of the things that bothers me about the e-readers is they look inherently uncomfortable to hold.  They have no give.  No way for my fingers and hands to mold themselves to what I’m reading.  I imagine it’s like trying to read a DVD cover… Uncomfortable and uninviting, but necessary to find out what the movie is all about.

Then there is the cost.  With a spectacularly low-paying job in D.C., which sucks me dry of money just on the daily commute and lunch, I have to spend wisely.  I have two kids in daycare, one of whom is in diapers.  Those things don’t come cheap. Besides that, my husband and I would eventually like to buy our own house and I still have yet to replace my Jeep, which died traitorously on the Beltway. I admit, I’m leery of dumping $260 on a device I may not even like.

There is also the issue of upgrades.  Every time I buy some new gadget or computer, a better one comes out the very next day.  As a techno-geek I am aware that is just the nature of the beast.  But I try to keep my depression over obsolescence to a minimum. If a brand new, better Kindle (or Nook) came out the day after I bought mine, I’d be crushed.   The knowledge that just one day stood between me and a better gadget would be too much to bear.  (Ok, really, it’s not that dramatic, but for a day or two it’ll feel like it is.)

So do I save up some money and take the plunge?  Or do I stick with my well-loved, well-worn, and much cheaper paperbacks?

I’m torn.

Going Postal – in my head

The consequence of being non-confrontational and a tad anti-social is, I tend to bottle up a lot of irritation.  I suppose that could be a bad thing.  Maybe one day all the irritation is going to boil over and I’ll actually go off on someone.  Most likely, though, I’ll just bitch about stuff to my friends and family.  Oh, and blog about it.  And post on Facebook.  And Twitter.

Ahem.

So, about bottling things up… I never know what to do (who am I kidding, I won’t do anything) about my neighbors.  In general, as people, they seem pretty nice.  They just have this obnoxious tendency to play their music very loudly.  They also tend to do it around 11pm.  So just as I’m winding down for the evening, and I’m feeling secure that my kids are not going to wake up wanting more water, more hugs, more potty, or more crack (because I know they give my kids crack at daycare…it’s the only way to explain their behavior), that is when the thumping starts.

Perhaps I’d be less grouchy about it if my neighbors played music I like.  But I’m fairly certain the music they play has no words.  It’s just a thump, thump, thump with some music attached to it.  It might be jazz.  It might be easy listening, for all I know.  The only time I ever caught any of the melody was the time they played Smokey Robinson.  Gag.

My friends give me great suggestions.  Call the cops and complain.  There are noise ordinances, you know!  Knock on their door and ask them to turn it down.  Um. Yeah, both of those activities would require me to interact with people in an unpleasant manner.  I don’t want the cops to think of me as one of those annoying people who complains about everything.  And I don’t want to piss off my neighbors, since they are in close proximity to my only vehicle on a daily basis.

One night I swear I’m going to go off.  I’m going to beat the hell out of their door and ask them why the hell they think it’s appropriate to play their music that loud at the hour.  I’m going to call the cops and tell them these people are violating noise ordinances all over the place and if something isn’t done about it there’ll be hell to pay.  I swear all of that is going to happen.  In my head.

6840.214…give or take

the opening notes of “At Last” by Etta James
the crease in our daughter’s forehead when she frowns
driving in to D.C.
“Nobody Does it Better” sung by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes
laughing at one of our favorite movies
strong, hot coffee; dark roast
turning the radio up and ‘dancing’ in the car with the kids in the back
contagious giggles, bubbling from our son’s belly and escaping gleefully into the universe

6,840.214 miles keep us from enjoying these things together. But sometimes, in the moment, they disappear and you’re with me again.

Women bloggers unite!

Maybe I’m not the best person to turn to as far as activism, but this struck a nerve with me. I recently posted about not being a mommy-blogger and I see I am not alone.

http://www.blogworldexpo.com/blog/2010/04/26/not-a-mommy-blogger-that-is/

Get Ready for the Jenaissance!

I’m almost finished reading “My Fair Lazy” by Jen Lancaster.  I won’t spoil anything before the review, but so far things are looking great.  I think I may have a new favorite author in my top ten.

Look for the review of “My Fair Lazy” this Friday, April 30th.

I’m not a mommy-blogger

But I am a mom who blogs.  Can there be a difference?  I think so, I really do.

I admit it, a huge portion of my time is taken up by my kids.  They don’t just take up my time, either, they take up a huge portion of my heart.  They suck my energy and give it back to me in the millions of little things they do each day to make me smile.  Watching my kids sleep is one of the top ten best things I can do, and just hearing one of them giggle lifts the weight of the day from my shoulders.

All of that said, there is more to me than ‘Mom’.  (Mama, Mom, Mommy)  Yes, I am a wife too, but that is only for my husband.  An audience of one.

So when I see articles, blogs, or online communities devoted to mommy-bloggers, I don’t quite feel I belong.  I don’t mean to say that I’ll never post about my kids.  I just don’t plan for them to be the main attraction.  They are the main attraction in most other parts of my life.  This part, the writing part, is mine to keep to myself.  It’s the selfish part of me that wants to create in ways that are unrelated to anyone else.

Please don’t get me wrong! I am not implying that I dislike mommy-blogs.  I don’t. I read and subscribe to plenty of them.  It’s just not what I’m here to do.

So if I say ‘fuck’ or talk about what a douchebag the driver in front of me was yesterday, please don’t let that blow your perception of me as a mom.  That’s not all I am.  I swear, I occasionally have a beer or a glass of wine, or even a whiskey on the rocks.  I listen to inappropriate music with even more inappropriate lyrics.  I love the song “Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry.  I used to smoke pot and think it’s stupid that it’s now illegal.  (I also fully disclose that every time I have to submit an application for any sort of security clearance. )

I don’t have it all together, I’m not perfect and my house isn’t always tidy.  Laundry often gets done twice because I forget that it’s in the washer and it gets that nasty, musty smell after it’s been in there for a day.  Sometimes I take the shortcut ways to make dinner, and I miss my husband (who is in Afghanistan now) because he is the cook in the family.  I enjoy cooking when I feel like it, but I hate having to do it every day.  Sometimes, I want to eat garlic bread for dinner.

While I’m sure I’ll post about my kids now and then, that’s not what this blog is about.  There is more to me than the other people in my life.  I’m finally starting to figure some of that out, and that is why I want to write here.