One Line A Day

I have never been great at writing in a journal. I’ve started numerous journals for various reasons and kept them up for various lengths of time. Sadly my most successful attempts usually involved an English teacher telling me I had to do it to pass their class. Though once Oprah convinced me to do it. And although having a blog documents the goings on of my life it isn’t exactly something that can be passed down to future generations. Who knows what form the internet will take in 20, 30, or 50 years and if this post and all others will survive. And let’s be honest, I haven’t done too great with my blogging efforts either.

I am also a believer in the written word actually being put down on paper. Something about holding it in my hand and knowing where it’s been and feeling something about the person from which it came. You don’t get that with a computer. This is the same argument I give as to why I don’t want an e-book reader.

I found this journal months ago on someone’s blog (and if I could remember where I would give them credit) and always thought it was something even I could handle. I finally took the plunge and bought it as a Mother’s Day gift to myself. It can be started at any time and each entry is given just enough space to write a line or two. Clearly the makers of this book know my limitations. And it’s compact enough that I can take it with me anywhere. So there will be no excuses now.

Team Derek And Why I’m Not Team Edward Or Jacob

You’re probably aware that a much anticipated movie opened this weekend. A movie about vampires and werewolves and the girl who complicates things for everyone. Yeah, I’ve read the books. But if it hadn’t been for a recent trip to Vegas I’m not sure I would have finished them. I read Twilight with an open mind and although the book was clearly written for adolescent girls in all its cheesiness, I enjoyed it well enough. I think I finished it within a week. Then came New Moon. That was a hard one to get through, what with Bella and all her whining and pining for a guy that glitters in the sun. (Did you just throw up a little in your mouth too?) From the previews it looks like the movie was smart to focus on the last 100 or so pages and best part of the book. The third installment got better but then enter Breaking Dawn, the worst of them all. Just when I thought I might be able to lean more toward Team Jacob, Bella had to give birth to the mutant baby that almost killed her and Jacob had to fall in love, no wait, “imprint” on her. Whatever the heck that means. So since I have no place in my heart for a glittery vampire nor for a teenage werewolf that later becomes a pedophile, I am sticking to the man who never lets me down-Derek Jeter. Mr S. is okay with my celebrity crush because he knows at the end of the day it’s never going to amount to anything and I will always come home to him. But at least he is real AND an adult. Go Team Derek!!

A Kind Of, Maybe, Indirect Tribute to Michael

I’m pretty sure I was the only person not watching, twittering, listening, or streaming the funeral of Michael Jackson yesterday. Do you want to know why? Because I don’t care. I haven’t cared since around the mid-90′s. He was the King of Pop. Past tense. Modern day Michael was just plain scary.

My favorite MJ era, and the one I choose to keep lodged in my memory, is that of the 80′s. Which got me thinking about all the other things I loved about the 8o’s. A few have made comebacks (unlike Michael) but this list is for the others still waiting to have their second chance at glory.

1. Day to Night Barbie- This girl is the ultimate career girl who knew how to balance her business and personal life, thanks to a skirt that could be turned inside out for a night on the town.

2. Barrel of Monkeys- One of my favorite presents I received for my 6th birthday, and inspiration for one of my favorite Toy Story outtakes.

3. Poochie- I had the Poochie Stamper and marked my belongings with pride.

4. Choose Your Own Adventure Books- Got to love books putting kids in charge. Genius.

5. Rose Petal- Watched the cartoon every Saturday morning, dressed in my Rose Petal nightgown.

And speaking of cartoons…

6. Saturday morning cartoons of the 80′s- Smurfs, Alvin and the Chipmunks, Muppet Babies, Snorks, and the Wuzzles.

It’s never too late to bring more of my favorites back.

A Quantum Leap for Joy

I love to read and often my favorite books are made into movies. Of course the movie almost never lives up to the book, but I am hoping Hollywood will not disappoint me this time. After all, with Eric Bana starring how could you go wrong?

No need to bring up the Hulk. I know. It was a disaster. But not Eric’s fault.