>I went to Target to get powder for my sore feet and medicine for my sore tummy. Tigger and Stitch wanted Hugs. Hershey Hugs. Anyway, I ended up buying two books. Can’t figure out why, I have plenty to read. They just intrigued me. One is Promise Not To Tell and the other is Island of Lost Girls, both are by Jennifer McMahon.
When I got home, Tigger had to get a Bella hug before he could have his Hershey Hugs. He said both were good. Fred also got a Bella hug and some Hershey Hugs.
>I did not sleep last night. Not a bit. I was reading Winter Rose. I skimmed over parts so I could find out what happened and it still took me all night.
I am going by the park so I can sit for a minute so I won’t be able to improve on my time from the bridge to the light. I was just feeling nauseous so I got some pretzels. I made sure to weigh them and count them. Count every bite & sip, right. I don’t think I will stop at the park because I am very hungry.
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Bye Bye
Suzi >^. .^<
Lazed in bed, just didn’t want to get up today, but I did and cooked some eggs and went to the meeting with the family. Stitch and Tigger are sick. M and I took them to the walk-in clinic. They said they both have colds, but Tigger keeps spiking a fever. M said they (the clinic people) didn’t want to run any tests. She was concerned because of the asthma and because some friends had strep throat last week. Now, that I have this started, I need to go do something with my laundry. I will be back.
Just one thing before I go, I found out why my contact was bothering me, it had a split in it. A big one, so I had to put in new contacts this morning. Sorry about the gas.
It is now 1:06 am, I started reading a book and now I have to go finish my laundry, I am such a dunce. M wants to go to Allsport in the morning. I don’t know what else, oh, the family is going to Patterson to have lunch with Bill and Faye. So I have to finish quickly and go to bed. I will be back to talk to you later.
I Love My Crocs!
Cold, gray damp morning has changed to raining buckets. I was going to the deli but changed my mind and came to the diner, it wasn’t just the rain but the wind was blowing like crazy. Huh, now the sun is shining. Go figure.
Finished Playing with Fire on the way home from work. I am going to try to write a review but not right now. I am just going to insert the picture and then go do some errands. I had to restrict the viewing of this blog. I was so mad this morning I almost cursed at H. I am going now to make my previous posts visible since he won’t be able to see them anymore. I hope.
Yes so now only people I invite can view this blog, that means the ladies on BTF that have been reading it can no longer do so. Well, I got an AOL e-mail address and created a Google account with that and they can use that if they want to.
Playing with Fire starts with an arson, two people died. It turns into a murder investigation when it is discovered that one of the victims was drugged with a date-rape drug. The other victim was unintended. Then there is another fire, also murder. There is also follow up with the boyfriend of the other victim, investigation into allegations of abuse, Peter Robinson does a good job of continuing the two story lines in a logical manner. The characters are not cookie cutter and are very believable. He must do an incredible amount of research. I also like that each novel in the series feels like a stand-alone. He does not do the same plot, same ending, different guest stars with each book in the series.
VACW stands for very annoying co-worker and it is Herman, he knows who he is. He is upset because someone has been putting plants in his pot and now he thinks I know who did it, I don’t but I know who had some cuttings from the big tree that used to be in the stairwell, the big tree that scared me, but I am not telling him, why? So he can go annoy them? If he thinks he can get me to tell he doesn’t know me at all.
I was going to say something else and it totally slipped my mind when I had to sign back in.
OK so the VACW is upset about this post and wants me to delete it, I said “No.” He says he will post a comment. Fine. He can do what he wants. He has been coming to my desk all day, now he wants an upgrade, he wants to be the EACW. Extremely Annoying Co-Worker.
Talk about annoying, Fred’s friends are under the deck and screaming by my window and it is annoying me. Alot, mainly I am afraid to change my clothes with them lurking about outside. M. was telling about the seniors pulling a prank and that it got interrupted by the police, they were going to use plastic forks to make 2008. However, someone ruined the flowers by the flagpole, that is just mean.
Finished this book today, another good novel by Peter Robinson.
I stayed up way to late last night. Got An Unfinished Life from the library and read it before I went to bed. I also got the movie, now I have two movies to watch and M got Freedom Writers from Netflix. I hope I get to watch it before they send it back. I have had a semi-productive day, I got the FOIL up to the Office of General Council and I got the rest of the websites written in my purple address book. Now I am going to write the e-mail addresses in there. That has been my day so far. I have another FOIL to do and file a bunch of DMRs.
I started Close to Home on the way home. Tonight was meeting and Tigger was texting me, Are you coming? After he and D and Gwen left. Then when I got there, he pouted when I didn’t sit next to them, sitting in the row in front. So I had to go back and sit with them. They left after the school was done. He did a good job. When he sings, his voice is deeper than when he talks.
I had this message typed out, or whatever you call it when you are using a cell phone to send e-mails & deleted the message by mistake. I was a little peeved that now I have to redo it.
I am getting annoyed because people are asking, ok only one person so far, ‘Are you going home for a visit?’ NO, I am going to visit my parents, why should where my parents made me grow up be home over where I have chosen to live? The saying is, ‘Home is where the heart is.‘ If I was unhappy where I grew up and living with my parents, how could that be where my heart is?
I finished this book on the way home today. It deals with childhood sexual abuse (extreme), domestic abuse, police brutality and jumping to conclusions. One of the criminals is caught at the beginning and the abuse is also in the past, this novels deals mainly with the different ways abuse affects different people, the Aftermath of events. How some become abusers themselves and some don’t. I peeked at the ending. It is the first time I have in this series. I really like this author, he is very interesting, his books aren’t carbon copies of each other. I didn’t peek because I was bored, I don’t really know why I guess I just wanted to know the end before I finished the book.
So here I am again blogging when I should be working. I’ll work in a minute. The weather has been crazy, I went from sweat jacket under my coat to just a sweat jacket then just long sleeve top, yesterday & today it has been leather coat again! I mean, there was frost on the windshield yesterday & today. I actually started my car early to give it some time to warm up. Add to that I left my Yankees ball cap on the train and to replace it will cost about 25 dollars. Yes that is because I won’t go cheap, I want the same style. Ok, should do some work now.
I started Elephants Can Remember. It is quite a switch from Alan Banks to Hercule Poirot. I will post a review on Booktalk tomorrow. I will have to e-mail it to myself.
I am off to watch Murder One.
I was late yesterday & the day before. Not late to work, late to the train station & missed the early train. So I decided that this morning I was going to get up when I first woke up. There were so many things I could do first thing in the morning. Check my bank balance, see how much my paycheck was, go on WW and start a message thread. I woke up at 4 something, decided I could wait until my alarm went off. Well, I finally got out of bed at 5:45. Made my train, but didn’t get to go online or even do anything but get dressed.
On another subject, I started another Peter Robinson book this one deals with the issue of Neo-Nazism in Britain. I find it mildly ironic that I started this book the same week as the 3 detectives that shot S. Bell were found not-guilty.
Tonight I am going to bed earlier than usual. I am not staying up to watch Murder One on Hulu.com even though I am now addicted. Keep telling myself, I can watch it anytime, it is online!
I finished Innocent Graves, and now I am going to try to write a review. I am not posting anything more on yesterdays post, I can’t remember what I was going to say.
In this installment in the series, we meet Jeremiah (Jimmy) Riddle, a pain in Bank’s neck. This novel is different from the other books in that we go through the court process, and the suspect is found not guilty. As it turns out, he didn’t do it, but his life is ruined (because people think he did it and just got off) and he tries to kill the person he feels is responsible for it. It is sort of like an episode of CSI that just aired. The characters are carefully written is the phrase I have read in other reviews, and they seem to grow as the series progresses. I am trying not to include any facts that I learned because I read 3 books out of order. But in the next book, I think is Susan Gay’s last because I read the one after that and she is spoken of in past tense, like she has moved on.
Now I am done with the review, and I was going to write about my very bad, horrible day, but I don’t feel like it now. I lost my hat, I spilled tea on me, there was a 6.57 mg raw sewage spill into Paerdaget Basin. Sorry, no film at eleven.
Thursday, 18 July 2013
May 21, 2008
NYT > THE CITY
Belleza
just a (transplanted) city girl 