New Review Up

Go check out my review of The Silver Compass at Enduring Romance. It's a fantastic book. ;) And I had an ARC, so it made reading it all the more fun!

In other news... Kristy Lee Cook's time was finally up. She seemed like a cool person, but it's a travesty that Michael Johns went first. A TRAVESTY! If I type it enough can I undo the past? I wonder.... at least Brooke was safe. Whew.

A Public Service Announcement

I like to keep you all up to date on Starbucks news, as it is near and dear to my heart -and part of my daily existence and sustenance. So, right now, if you go buy a Starbucks card and register it. You get these three perks:

1) Milk choice and syrups for free. Yes! That's right! For free!!!! This saves me like a buck on each drink.

2) Free brewed coffee refills. Hello. I can go sit at Starbucks and drink coffee allll day now! Except, of course, for the minor matter of small children. Still, it's tempting.

3) Free tall beverage with whole bean purchase. I can live on tall beverages.

So you see, this is quite momentous.

Enjoy a drink for me. ;) A London Fog perhaps?

A Tale of Two Michaels

First, off the tragedy that is Michael Johns being kicked off American Idol. I wonder if the American people have lost their minds. I realize that now I don't get to see Michael sing next week. I am aghast that KRISTY LEE COOK outlasted Johns. Oh. So. Sad. Have we forgotten Bohemian Rhapsody of Hollywood week? Or Kristy suddenly adopting a country accent, people? She's from Oregon! I know Oregon. They don't have southern accents there!



Fortunately, my evening was saved by Michael Scott. Yes, The Office is back making Thursday the greatest night of the week. My poor Michael was ill treated by Jan, but still, good to see him back in top form on my tv and not the same four shows I have green dotted on my Tivo menu. Recent readers may not be aware of my big crush on Steve Carell. Let's just say this writers strike has been PAINFUL for me. ;)

on changing the sheets and other things...

It's late. The kids are finally all in bed and asleep (with the possible exception of my oldest who I just caught trying to read by the light of the stairwell because she can't stop thinking about stable flies and how they want to rip off her skin and suck her blood. What are these man eating flies?! I have no idea.)


But I digress... they are asleep-ish and I remember I want to change the sheets on my bed. DH is travelling, so it's just me and the little mystery man in his little mysterious bassinnet in my room. And I wonder to myself if I can change the sheets without waking his little self up. I hesitate. I really want to change the sheets because the current sheet is too big and scoots whenever I roll over, which is frequent because my two year old inevitably wanders into my room and lays practically on top of me on my right side, and I still have night time feedings for the little one on my left side, to keep them apart, and then I end up wedged upright on my side like a quarter - and if you saw the Twilight Zone where the guy flips a coin and it lands on it's side, thus propelling him into the Twilight Zone, you know this is no bueno.


Then I think, of course I can change the sheets and remake the entire bed and make less noise than my DH makes just walking in the room and lying down. No problem. And I wonder, why is that? What makes men so LOUD? Or is it just my particular man? Are other men loud? I can hear him coming from, well, anywhere, because he's LOUD. Without even talking. His very presence is loud. And I'm not complaining, I like a big, bold presence, except when I've just gotten my 3 month old to sleep in the room where his presence is bellowing.


The most ironic part is that it's my DH's favorite thing ever to sneak up on me and try to make me jump. I think he's succeeded at this twice in 10 years, but it keeps him trying! Gotta love that work ethic! Once he hid in the coat closet for 20 minutes waiting for me to open it. That's some serious dedication. It could be because I, without meaning to, sneak up on him and startle him to great comedic affect all the time. He keeps suggesting a cat collar with a bell for. I can't help it. I'm female and feline, apparently, and thus have mastered the art of quietly entering a room.


So the other night, I'm walking downstairs, toward him, I think. Then I realize he's not there. Furthermore I realize I'm absolutely right in thinking he was to the right of the stairs - but the stairs descend into the middle of a big open floor plan, and I wonder - is he creeping around the stairs trying to sneak up on me? So I walk around the stairs and what do I see? But this:


Of course, I literally cannot stand upright I'm laughing so hard at my husband in full on sneak mode, which makes him jump, wish for the bell collar once again, and laugh hysterically.


Oh how I miss him on travel days!
Now I'm off to finish changing those sheets...

An overview of the night in 4 parts...

Wow, long time no blog. I'll just say that I'm surprised at how little time I get to think and compose my thoughts with the current age spread of the kids - let alone type them! But I have some thoughts to share. They are random and in no particular order:

1. Sour Cream is a super food. Not in that it's super good for you, but it seems to have both limitless uses and the superpower of making everything it touches better. Salsa too hot? Just add sour cream. Need a dip for those strawberries - sugar and sour cream! Does the sauteed chicken in the pan look waaaayyyy to healthy and boring? Yep, you guessed it, sour cream to the rescue! Just thought I'd share my new favorite fridge item.

2. A conversation between my 7 year old red head and hubby:

Hubby: So, I hear you have some questions about marriage?
Red Head: Yeah, it's just that... well, you'd better sit down.

Thus progressed a G rated version of the birds and the bees. The first of many of these conversations, I'm sure.

3. Me and the red head:

Me: I don't know which Barbie your sister claimed, do you care if you get Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty?

RH: Oh no. I mean, I prefer Cinderella, but I don't really like the story.

Me: You don't like the story of Cinderella?

RH: (wistfully) No. It's just so heartbreaking if your in a romantic stage.

Me: But she gets the prince at the end... it's a happy ending...

RH: But that middle part'll just get ya!

4. The two year old, not to be outdone by her older sister's romantic streak followed her daddy to the door tonight when the 14 year old was selling candy so he could go snowboarding (or something to that affect... after school program or some such thing). She stood there during the entire transaction, shirtless, and covered in Cheetos and then after the door shut ran to my arms, her entire face turned upside down in a famous Mystery Family pout, tears filling her enormous grey eyes... and said... "the boy didn't talk to me!"

Me: What?

Her: I wanted him to talk to me!

Me: I'm sorry honey, I didn't know that.

Her: I was trying to get to him!

Me: Let's talk about trying to get to strange men...

sigh...

Stay tuned for more updates as I'm able to access the keyboard without little monkeys diving over my shoulders to get to Neopets.

Enduring Romance

I wanted to let all my blog buddies know that I'm now contributing to the Enduring Romance blog! It's a brainchild of Kimber - a fantastic book review blog and I'm now up the third Thursday of every month. Look for YA and mystery reviews by yours truly. :)


This Thursday... Grape Thief by Kristine Franklin.

YA Mysteries


Does anyone have recommendations for their favorite young adult mystery novels?


Thanks in advance!

Kiss me I'm...


Scottish. Not quite the same thing, but I think the Scots and Irish intermixed a lot, so who knows! St. Paddy's Day still holds a special place in my heart because it's the anniversary of my first date with DH. (who's traveling today - not that I'm at all bothered by that...) In fact, it's 10 years today!


My parents had told me that they wanted to take me out to dinner to show me the super cute waiter who waited on them last week. I thought, 'hey, it's a free dinner' and said ok. Little did I know how super cute he turned out to be! My dad was all sly about requesting his table and I made sure to order a refillable drink to get him back to the table many times. There was a slightly blush inducing moment of my dad asking him what his plans in life were.... a week later, I took my fun and engaging (but married, that's key) aunt back with me and left my number with the check. Yes, that's me, Super Bold Mystery Robin!


Two days later (he had just seen Swingers) he called and invited me to coffee, and on the 17th we met at a Starbucks and stayed till it closed and they kicked us out. It would be the first of many trips to Starbucks and now we have a running dialogue about how to reduce our Starbucks bill without robbing life of all joy. ;)


Happy Anniversary Mystery DH!

Random bits...

Thanks for the kind comments - little mystery man is back on his feet, so to speak. I'm not getting the uber pout all day and he only cries when I try to put him down or give him to someone else which is par for the course.

In other news... I've decided that my work in progress works better as a young adult novel, so I've been throwing myself into young adult literature.

Here are somethings I've learned:

There are a LOT of books told from the first person POV of a young girl in high school. I do enjoy these, even though I didn't really enjoy being a young girl in high school. Go figure! Also, each one of these builds it's world a bit, just like a fantasy novel might. Typically we see the girl deal with boys, alcohol, her parents, and school, and each book sets a "danger zone" differently. For instance, I read one where the girls were deeply traumatized by doing more with the opposite sex than they felt good about. Then, I pick up the next one and the girl gets a date with the basketball star and she's making out with him and I get nervous for her, but nope, in this book, she's totally fine. It's her stepmom that's the problem. I just think it's interesting how the walls shift based on the author's perspective and the character in question. And it's a good reason to talk to your girls about this stuff early, because if they try to figure it out from books, they're going to get really confused!

I also find that YA is a really broad field. I've read some historical fiction, some fantasy (both urban and traditional) and I like the straightforward way the story is told. Anyway, here's hoping that it's the right medium for the story I'm trying to tell. I think it is. I just don't have the stomach for the gritty noir that I was trying to write. I kept finding that I didn't want to let my mind go there, and it really does need to be able to live in the story world for a while.

Also - I just saw the opening for Top Chef season four. Ah, I've missed Tom and Padma!

My favorite guy right now is probably Andrew for sheer entertainment value. He's no Sam, but he'll be fun to watch for entirely different reasons!

Sad little mystery man

My little mystery man had his shots today. He is miserable. I am therefore miserable. I've never seen him this sad, and I only llet them give him half hat he's due for (we space them out). So, so sad. :(