Thursday, May 29, 2014

Another book to check off my reading list, and some tummy woes. Again.

One of the times I'm truly grateful for my job's employee attendance credit system: for the 2nd time this month(!?) I've fallen prey to a humiliating bout of tummy upset, but this time I have had to call-out at work not once, but twice this week! But luckily for me, I have earned more than enough attendance credits, and will only be deducted two for the days I've missed. I don't like being 'that person' at work, if you know what I mean.

I finished Doctor Sleep by Stephen King yesterday. Not as holy-crapola-this-is-scary as his early masterpiece The Shining, but I think it holds up well as a sequel. I'm grateful for the lack of graphic gore, but there is one part in the book that scares me, simply because of the lack of detail in it. The antagonists of the book, The True Knot - a group of vampire-like creatures who travel the country in RVs - feed off of 'steam', which is given off by children who possess the shining. In order to purify the steam so it would be more potent, these people torture the child to death. The more painful the death, the more powerful the steam. At one point, the group kidnaps a young preteen boy, and...well, I didn't need a lot of graphic detail, and thankfully Mr. King didn't have to provide a lot of graphic detail. I'm not exactly a parent, but as a gal with nieces and nephews, this shit terrifies me.
Anywhoo, if you're interested in finding out what happened to young Danny Torrance from The Shining, his story picks up in Doctor Sleep many years later. I love that I really cared for a lot of the characters; even the 'villians' were surprisingly human and a wee bit sympathetic. Damn you, Stephen King for giving the evil child-murdering 'steam'-fiends feelings!

Thursday, May 8, 2014

I'm doing nothing and you can't stop me, so ha.

Been listening to Fenster for the last 30 minutes, and while I'm digging their whole dream!pop vibe, I'm feeling freakin' depressed just listening to them. I'm not saying I hate their music, quite the opposite actually but why am I'm suddenly wallowing in meloncholy right now? Hmm...

I've been off since yesterday, doing absolutely nothing productive. I've not worked out, save for random reps of push-ups. I can only manage 10-12 at a time, and The Hubs thinks I'm doing them wrong.

I've already finished two books that I managed to sneak between the two I'm suppose to be seriously reading at the moment. Griffin & Sabine by Nick Bantock, a strange and interesting sort of picture book detailing the correspondence between a lonely postcard artist Griffin and a mysterious woman named Sabine. After hearing about the book on an episode of Books On the Nightstand weeks ago, I managed to pick up a used copy at Poor Richard's, along with a used copy of 84, Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff. Two keepers, me thinks. I saw the film version of Hanff's book first, way back in early 2000 and loved it, so I downloaded it for my Kindle Fire to watch whenever.

Last week I decided to attack That Darn Book Stack and seriously weed out a few books that I've since lost interest in reading over the last year and a half. Sorry, Ruth Rendell. I'm determined to be more thoughtful of the books -new and used- that I buy. And I've decided that I'm only going to shop from my to-read list on
Now, my e-book purchases, that's a whole 'nother bag o' nuts...

Monday, May 5, 2014

Waking Up to Monday: 'What Have I Done to Deserve This' by The Pet Shop Boys and Dusty Springfield

Had the line, "What have I...What have I...What have I done to deserve this..." while giving the cat ANOTHER bath because she'd come in from her nightly outdoor adventures covered in dust.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

It was actually hot outside today!!!

I'm not an avid golfer. I'm the one who usually drives the cart. The Dude and his pals back in Fort Hood were the ones who played, often times hilariously inebriated. For them, it wasn't so much the love of the game as it was the golf course shenanigans they got up to. Today, it was just us two on post (USAF Academy's golf course, to be exact) with his hand-me-down golf clubs and a can of lemon-lime Bud Light between us.

We found out when we were already on the driving range that we were required to were collared shirts out on the course, but I'm like, "What are they gonna do, chase us off? We're already here and we've already paid for our bucket of balls."
Everyone around us had on their special golf shoes, their collared shirts and lefty-gloves, their golf bags with the wheelies and kick-stands, etc. And then here comes us, wearing Vans and torn Chucks, forced to carry our ancient-ass clubs in an equally ancient-ass leather golf bag. We're hardcore like that.

The Hubs' is actually a decent golfer. He explained the different clubs to me and how to stand with my legs bent and back straight, although I spent a lot of time trying to get him to lower his voice because we were surrounded by other experienced golfers and it was bad enough that we both stuck out like sore thumbs. As a first-timer, I actually had a lot of fun learning how to swing, especially when I got a couple of good shots across the green.

After a good half hour, we moved onto a small putting green. We shared it with a few other golfers, including a coach and his young nubile teenage student.

Here, The Dude is taking his shot while in the background, the girl's dad (in blue) talks shop with his daughter's golf coach. Apparently, the guy thinks she's serious about the game and he would love for her to be part of his bigger group. Hey, it was hard not to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Me attempting to use my body to swing the putter and gently 'push' the ball along as oppose to just hitting it across. And yes, I'm aware of how much cleavage is appropriate for a family-friendly golf course. I'll be shopping around for some nice polo shirts for the future.