Reviewing,blogging,DSL, have what in common?

I'm beginning to believe that anyone who can create a blog should automatically be given college credits. Exactly what degree those credits should be related to I leave as a point of subjective discussion. I find it amazing to the point of stupidity how ten and twelve year olds can dominate the world of MySpace.com (and nooooooooo............I..........can't link that domain so it practically shines in startling, dazzling blue) when just adding a post for a 45 year old college graduate is enough to make me jump to my existing CV, edit it and add one of my pertinent skills as tyro venerated blogger given that I'm obtuse enough to see myself in such a vaporous shade of murky light! Blogging is dodgy enough. MySpace scares the crap out of me!

So, since I've been avoiding blogging, well, not true, essentially, I've been living an existence of annoyance. I've been annoyed by Verizon. Please in the future DON'T do maintenance work on my line. It was working perfectly until you decided to maintain it. Since then I've had the good fortune to be on the phone with tech support most days attempting to get it back to its un-maintained functional state. My boss was annoying me, then doesn't everyone's? We're all going on a bonus system. I don't know what the base line is (I guess that's not important information.) I don't know what the percentage is (I guess that's not important either, 1%, 10%...ehh, it's only money!) ~Shrug shoulders here -- insert goofy smile and hiccup~ All I know for sure is I'll be contributing the most since I'm the highest producer per hours worked BUT regardless I'll be collecting the least also because of the ratio of hours worked....go figure? There are days I'd rather talk to a tree....or perhaps in this case, the telephone pole where the maintenance work was done! Then there's the husband, but do I really want to go there? I'd like to pretend he's Bono but he doesn't have the spirit or Sean Bean...(new Sharpe episode, new Sharpe book....got Bean on the brain...not a bad thing ladies...I'd VOG but it doesn't come out?? So, insert VOG and raised eyebrows and snarky smirk!)...but he's not sexy enough so I just won't bother.

It is my blog so I can madly and infuriately switch subjects if I want to. I swear I hate reviewing books because I can't read what I want to read, on the other hand, I swear I love reviewing books because I end up reading books I'd never have read. It does make me sympathize on one level (the other level, the deadline one, the do it and shut-up, he gets no sympathy) with Christofer though. Lord, having to push yourself to read something that just isn't doing it for you and then of course being fair with your opinions. If all I did was review I know....quickly ..... I'd come to hate reading. Which is how our children must feel? Who wants to be told constantly what to read and worse have to pick it apart and analyze it? It's torture. Lucky for him he's finished his assigned reading and is happily running throught the last of his recent buying spree:
Down the Rabbit Hole -- Peter Abrahams
Rule of the Bone -- Russell Banks
The Da Vinci Code -- Dan Brown
All three books have brought him back to the brink of the excitement of the written word. It was also staggering to see how quickly he reads when he's reading for pleasure.
Reviewing..ahh, well, last quarter I had brilliant books:
Straight into Darkness -- Faye Kellerman
Scroll of Seduction -- ??? (Ask the Taminator, I sent it to her!)
Chiefs -- Stuart Woods
This quarter is a mixed bag. On the bright side, I managed to fit in The Book of the Dead (brilliant!!!!!!!) and Reliquary by Preston and Childs. And if anyone, namely T, has to ask, no I haven't read Relic either. I don't know how I missed them and I am reading them backwards but at this point in the cycle who cares...it's Pendergrast! I'm also looking forward to Jennifer Egan's The Keep.

Thanks to the blocmascot who had to tell me I had comments backed up waiting to approve....why...beats me....first post...didn't have too....second, shrug those shoulders again...third is anyone's guess....it's the mystery of My Blog?

Just Another Day

Today I just happen to be going insane learning my way around blogland (on my way to posting damn it I created another blog!) Who knew cyberdiaries were so complex. Who knew my mind was so darn linear! Who knew I was going to have to jump through hoops to keep Gillian happy (and I really, really want to keep Gillian happy...Should I tell you how long it took me to fix the comment page?) And she'll never leave or attempt to leave another comment again.

Now I have to attempts links. Nanci has already realized I've botched and bungled the 'comments' section already or I'd have emailed by now screaming for help with the links....Little did she realize in the time it should have taken to merely add the comment verification I've already written this once, and created an entirely new blog....Ladies when I screw up I do it in brilliant colors! I had written in my usual sarcastic tone that this could be my last post but I'm starting to realize, damn, I'm persistent...Slow, thick and linear and I've no idea why anyone would even want to read this nonsense but I'm still going to put in out there cos it's fun.

Regardless, most of don't need to share most of the nonsense we write so why do we. Essentially, it's like a huge email to the world or even better. It's like the dollar bill you wrote on when you were a kid and (roll eyes) you so stupidly thought someday it would land back in your hands. Except it's a really huge dollar bill we never have to hand over to a cashier but we keep sending it out there.

Funny, my first post on my 'other' blog was actually a rant and I hadn't meant to rant and now I'm rambling. I'm not sure which is more painful. Because I'm giggling like hell right now. I feel like I should be handing out dollar bills and I know Gillian (heavens...Gillian is going to be my blocmascot!) will be first in line.

And I should be working on links, except I have a birthday party to plan. My oldest prince is turning 13. The party is for him (nice of him to let his brother attend) and four of his friends and they'll be doing manly/boy things like foosball, supersoakers, skateboards, scooters -- all of this is meant to terrify his father. Foosball is inside...New carpet in the playroom, O, My God...They'll be wet....Those wet feet will touch the carpet....He is going to freak out all (bleeping) day. This much is true. Me, I planned, I watched, I took the day off. I'm shrugging my shoulders....mud comes out sooo easily.
I have to leave soon. I have to go and buy kites as party favors. My son's goal here is to...an you have to love this....fly em high or get all five of them tangled in the trees. Another reason for his father to kill him. He will be dead by Sunday, Bloody, Sunday....and I don't think *the boys* had this melee' in mind when they were writing that song??? Nay, he never gets in trouble in school.
OK, off to...buy kites, do links????

This bloc only serves as a function for my disjointed thoughts: so expect to be serenaded by thoughts on the books I've read, the people who've had an impact on my life, the fulfillment and excitement of my career, the sweet things in life no one takes the time to aknowlege and the sheer curiosity of life my children bring out in me.
I foresee myself seething about: the books I've read , public education, my job (regardless of how much I love it....it still can cause moments when I'm foaming at the mouth....O, I'm a dental hygienist, BTW), and the everyday small stuff that I do sweat...because the big stuff is much easier to handle!

I'm in my forties and I love it. I've two great boys. I've a husband...'nough said there, most of the time. I live in New England. I a-d-o-r-e England! I read. I'm hooked on Project Runway and American Idol. I still miss Sex and the City. Small English movies are wonders....Lord of the Rings ruled my life for years but must admit I'm a bit weary of it now....but the book...sigh, what a book.

So, now that you know me, won't be reading me...you can dismiss me and move on to the next blog!