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The Man Means Business ... and the Woman is an Idiot

The Man Means Business Annette Broadrick I got this book as part of a romance bundle for my Kindle, and it was only after I "read" it that I realized it's a Silhouette Romance.  So the hilarious terrible-ness of this book is something I actually should have anticipated. I read the first few pages of this book; I actually thought it was supposed to be a quick, sexy romance, and the premise was sort of interesting (well, it would have been if it were a sexy romance ... ) so I plodded through the first few pages before I'd had it. This book has all of the worst things about the Silhouette series - an infantile, moronic female protagonist, a 'powerful' 'businessman' who doesn't know how to have fun, and a conflict that no one cares about or that would really exist for people who weren't cursed with the reasoning capacity of a goldfish. Storyline:  employee (some kind of executive assistant) of the owner of a security company gets asked by

My first book review

Jade Black – Politically Incorrect 2 – Subjugated OMG what the hell is this book? Last night we watched an episode of the West Wing (the bf and I are re-watching the series). Among other things, they were dealing with a story that came out of Saudi Arabia where 17 girls perished in a fire at their school.   Why?   The rescue workers were forbidden by the religious police to rescue the girls because they weren’t DRESSED properly. I thought this was horrific and knew it was almost certainly true, but I had to google it today just to be sure, and sure enough:   On March 15, 2002, 15 girls were killed in a fire at their school when the “ Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice ” (religious police) prevented firemen from rescuing them because “it [was] sinful to approach them”.   ~ The Telegraph (UK) They were actually beaten when they tried to exit without their headscarves and black robes and then forced back INTO the burning school.   The religious police carry stic

Apartment-Hunting - The Pain of Success :)

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So boyfriend and I went apartment hunting last week.  It was more like - apartment-hunting safari, or ... or something.  We went at it like "we was killin' snakes"*, which is a phrase I don't quite understand but I'm using it anyway!  It was an incredibly high-speed, hi-volume, exhausting hunt that started the morning after we got here, and involved like five or six apartment viewings PER DAY.  We kept falling in love with various places and completing the application, and somehow, despite the fact that boyfriend is a student and I am currently unemployed, AND we have a dog, we kept getting approved.  * I read it in a book once and it's been stuck in my head ever since, probably because it brings up a hundred unanswered questions.  I mean, does one usually go at killing snakes with a sort of manic demented rage?  Unless you're terrified of them, but in that case I'd just run - I'm not fast on my feet but I'm pretty sure I can outrun a snake.  A

why I am missmatched now ....

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Five years ago I bought my first car, brand new, a shiny little black Chevy coupe.  I had a perfectly serviceable car at the time that was just much older and not flashy: a 1994 Oldsmobile Achieva; I still miss that car!! But I wanted to be seen looking successful and flashy and stylin' in my sporty coupe.  I was heading home to where I'd grown up and although I didn't know it at the time, I was feeling insecure about how little I thought I'd achieved in life.  I wanted a symbol of my success, or at least, a way to fake it, when I went back.  So I bought it, and went a step further and got the upgraded sports model with shiny rims & sunroof & spoiler & fancy-ass sound system ..... That car was awesome, and I loved it.  Until about five minutes after I signed the contract and went to talk to the friendly insurance agent.  When I realized that my insurance payment was going to be two thirds of my car payment all over again, I started to feel a little short of

musings and an introduction

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There is an incredible amount of pressure that comes with composing your first ever blog post, even if you don't have a single hangup about anything, even if your self-esteem is rock-solid, even if you think you're hilarious and interesting.  So you can imagine the paroxysms of panic that are gripping me right now!  Here's my biggest fear - I think I'm funny but I also come across as this kind of super-ADD/in love with parentheses/drive you to distraction lunatic.  And while my family has to love me for that I know y'all don't have to do the same.  So - if you'll indulge me this early attempt I promise I'll get better. If nothing else I'll guarantee that this year will be an experience not to be missed if I can manage to write about it coherently. So this is a blog about me (I'm not shy, I'm just NOT photogenic, except for my feet, which I can shamelessly say are lovely) ..... .... and the boyfriend (while I do think his hands are gorgeous, r