Sunday, March 7, 2010

Week in Review: Feb 28- March 6

week in review

Yesterday I decided to drive down to see my parents, which is only an hour away. I took the kiddo along, leaving my husband time with his pal to dink around with his new computer. I get off the exit to my hometown and decide that I wanted to drive past my childhood home. Good idea?
I think not. I happen to be listening to the song "Heavenly Day" by Patty Griffin which, if you haven't listened to her, please do so now because she is amazing! Anyway, this song is beautiful and makes me cry my eyeballs out every time regardless of mood or location.
Well, where I grew up USED to be the country. It is now Cookie Cutter McMansion Ville. I was hoping I had a carton of eggs with me so I could litter this new neighborhood with slime! Okay, I know development is going to happen. I get it. My hometown is hip. It's happening. It's unique and cozy and everyone from the big ol' city wants to live in this cute little town. I get it. But stay away from MY home darnit.
SPACE. That's what I remember from my childhood. Miles of cornfields, green grass, dirt roads, trees big and burly, gardens, stray bunny rabbits, wood piles, sour apple trees, dirt pies, and crickets at night.
Sigh.
Now I'm sure living there you would get paved roads, toxic fumes from SUVs, and noise. Ack.
But I digress. The new neighborhood made me cry, the song made me cry and all the memories of my Grandma raising me in that house made me cry.
I used to come home after an hour bus ride from school to the quiet afternoon of my house in the country. I would walk in the door, my grandma would be sitting at the kitchen table finishing up her "stories". She would greet me with a smile and fix me a snack. It would be her and me until just about dinner when everyone else got home.
Those were good times.
And I guess that's what I have to remember. Screw (literally) driving down memory lane.

As for my book world, I kind of stink. I have to read 2 more books for blog tours and sadly I am not in the mood for either of them. This is when required reading and reviewing kind of stink. (sorry)
I checked out The History of Love (my book club pick) and Ghouls Gone Wild (for fun). I hope to read those this week.

I only wrote a review for the romp Cowboy Trouble by Joanne Kennedy and hopped on the ol' Book Blogger Hop over at Jennifer's Crazy-for-Books.

I hope. I hope. I hope this will be the last week I will say,
"I promise to spread that Award Love".
(nervous laugh)

Thank you to all of you who sent me some awesome advice as to how to JAZZ up my blog.
I have decided to give myself freely to Parajunkee. I should be sassy and beautiful by April just in time for BEA and the Book Blogger Convention.

I think that's it this week. I'm currently watching the Oscars and am ticked that Matt Damon didn't win, happy "The Weary Kind" won for Best Song and hoping that Sandra Bullock and Jeff Bridges take the gold at the end of the night. Hopefully there will be no more Miley Cyrus...what is she doing there anyway? :(

Happy Reading!

red headed book child

5 comments:

CelticLady said...

So hope your visit with the parents went well...as far as the rest, you can never go back, you can keep all those memories though for your little one and make new ones for him to remember...

Sheila (Bookjourney) said...

I have been there with book tours. The books sounds great (and may be even!) but sometimes the forced deadlines are annoying and all of a sudden something that was suppose to be enjoyable..... is not.

Hang in there!

Juju at Tales of Whimsy.com said...

O mcmansions make me cry too!

I love the country and wish it could stay that way.

Makes me think of that line in a Joni Mitchell song, "They paved paradise and put up a parking lot."

Juju at Tales of Whimsy.com said...

Oooo you went with Parajunkee? I CAN'T wait to see what she creates for you!

Christine said...

What Juju said. Word for word!!!

I failed miserably this time last year when I agreed to accept ARCs for reviews from three different authors. I emailed them and apologized, but the guilt was so profound that I don't do that anymore. I only review books that I want when I want now. I can't deal with that kind of pressure on a hobby!!! LOL.