Friday, December 13, 2013

Photo Dump Friday

Well, considering the title, do I really need an intro? Apparently, yes. Yes I do. I feel like I have to justify the thirty six pictures. They're all taking up about four different folders on my desktop and you KNOW how I feel about folders. I have to empty them!! But I can't file these pics away in the Nov and Dec folders until I post them. And since I just don't ever blog about anything except books and tv, I just want to get them all up in a photo dump and move them and go on about my business.  So there you go.  And in addition to being bombarded with 36 pictures, lemme preface by saying I'm having some sort of focus trouble, so they're all blurry and out of focus.  YOU'RE WELCOME.

First up, the obligatory school Christmas production pictures. Having three kids in three different schools is so awesome. Where's that sarcasm font again?


 He was pretty much the star. He was the main Santa, he got to go up with his sack!!




Poor Scott. I got ONE decent picture of him.




Next let's do the obligatory fall leaves photos.  Better late than never? (These are the only good pics, really. And Nick took them. Gah.)




Isn't she gorgeous? Good gracious. 


She's developing actual bald patches. 







Next how about an afternoon in London? Don't mind if I do.
 She reads on the tube. Always. I love her.

 Just hanging out at a park in front of the London Eye. No big deal.



We took them ice skating. I'm laughing so hard I'm crying just thinking about it. What were we thinking?!?! Warren can't stay upright when he's walking on a flat surface with sturdy shoes, we took him ICE SKATING?!?!
 I know these pics are awful. What do you want me to do? The rink was in front of the Eye and covered with obnoxious blue lights. I can't get rid of the casts. Because they're not casts, they're actual blue lights. Ugh.
 Ohhhhh, Warren. My poor baby.




One day we went to Pizza Express and had fancy desserts.

Some of us were less fancy than others.




And lastly, the other day, Daisy laid out in the living room and read me a few bedtime stories before naps. She's the best.









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Thursday, December 12, 2013

Best {Entertainment} of 2013

Apparently, I now blog only on Thursdays.

I have like forty seven Best of 2013 posts going in my head. I'm pretty damn bored with everyone but Daisy gone all day. She's boring. Read, play trains, push her on the swing, repeat. That's ALL she ever wants to do. Not that Warren was stimulating my mind, but at leas they'd play together and leave me alone to play on the computer.

So while I'm pushing her for the millionth time in the cold wet 'garden', I'm mentally preparing literally DOZENS of lists. You know I love a good list. There's my favorite movies, my favorite songs, and the Best of 2012, just to name a few.

The problem is...as always...I can NOT pick a number one anything. Except book. But barely. Every time I pick one, I immediately change my mind and feel awful and change my mind. It's a curse, I swear to God. It's debilitating.  But I digress.

So let's just dive right in, shall we? I'm losing precious dinner-simmering-kids-not-killing-each-other-yet moments here.

Best Book of 2013:

Where'd You Go, Bernadette. Hands down. No, I haven't reviewed it here yet. I can't. I just can't do it. A lot of people (??) found this book to be hilarious. I found it to be completely, soul baringly (yes, that's a word), gut wrenchingly, exquisitely, harrowingly, TRUE.  Never before in all my years and years and YEARS (thanks so much Terri for instilling this love of reading in me- not a single day of my life goes by where I'm not ETERNALLY GRATEFUL for that) Never before have I ever encountered a fictional female character who I can SOOOOOOOO relate to.

I wept, many many MANY times while reading this book. If you haven't read it, or you're a heartless bitch who just DOESN'T understand the horror of having to interact with other human beings, we are no longer friends. This book...I don't know. It was just so fucking good. When she hits her knees and tells God she'll trade the rest of her miracles for her baby's life...oh my word.  Fuck that's good writing. It's just so good. SO GOOD.

And I think maybe it was supposed to have the opposite effect, but if I were rich, I'd do everything Bernadette does. Creepy old house? Personal assistant over the internet so I don't have to interact with regular people OR the assistant? YES PLEASE.

Man I loved that book. Wanna know the other part that really got to me? When whoever is writing about her, doing research or whatever, and he comments that she offered her design services at the school auction to build a treehouse and no one bid. NO ONE BID.

GAAAAAH. I'm crying even writing this. SO GOOD. Best Book of 2013, no contest. Not even sure it came out this year, but my rule for my pretend lists are that the 'best of' things are just things that I discovered this year.

Had I not read this masterpiece this year, a few other books might have had a fighting chance for Best Of status, namely The Silent Land (my lame review here, my favorite blogger's much better review here) and The Night Circus (once again, mine here, her much better one here) and of course, the Silo Saga.



Best Movie(s) of 2013:

This was slightly harder. I came up with a tie between Rush and Star Trek.

Although I guess if I had to chose, gun to the head, I'd go with Rush.

Star Trek was like, the movie for people who love movies.  And I really do love movies. Good plot, fun special effects, lots of explosions, excitement, tenderness, Chris Pine, it was fab.  It was everything you expect form a JJ Abrams movie. And I'm not even a Star Trek person, I have no idea about any of the stories or anything like that. Never seen the show, and the only other movie I've seen is the first JJ Abrams one. So if you haven't seen this because you're not a Star Trek nerd, don't worry about it. It's just a fantastic movie.

And Rush....Rush was so good. SO GOOD.  Obviously, I don't know anything about racing or even cars in general. And yes, Chris Hemsworth was basically playing Thor but without the costume. But it was just SO GOOD. The other guy was absolutely one hundred percent BRILLIANT. I was joking around with Angela that I'm probably the only girl in the entire world who watched that movie and had a thing for the Niki Lauder guy instead of Thor, but there you go. He was so smart, and clever, and honest about the fact that he was a dick because he wanted to win. I just really GOT him, you know? When he was like "I'm okay with the twenty percent risk, but not one single percent more" I just really got it. Really. I feel that way too.  I like definitive lines, clear cut answers, that sort of thing. You'd think I'd be better at math, right?

And anyway, really, has Ron Howard ever made a movie that wasn't stellar?

And really, let's throw World War Z in there for good measure.

Those fucking zombies were FAST, which I like so much more than the Walking Dead ones. In the Passage, the vampires are fast, so I expect my monsters to just be fast. And Mirelle Enos? Hello, I love her. I LOVE HER. I'd watch a movie where she sits in a chair and eats a sandwich. And I'm not the world's biggest Brad Pitt fan, but when he's in a good role, he really BRINGS it, you know? Hello, Twelve Monkeys. EW gave it a crap rating (they give ALL movies crap rating, unless it's some low budget indie thing that no one understands but everyone pretends to get and love) but honestly, there wasn't a single scene in the entire movie that I didn't love. And the part where they're all sneaking through the cdc type building in Wales? HOLY SHIT. And the part where he cuts that girl's arm off? HOT DAMN. Speaking of which, that girl was pretty rad. She stole every single scene she was in.


Songs I Couldn't Get Enough of in 2013:

Hmm. This year sort of sucked for me for music. They don't have pandora here, so I switched to spotify, which is totally awesome because you can listen to the exact song or album you want and save playlists and you basically never have to buy music from iTunes because it's ALL there, but it sucks because the radio function isn't anything to write home about. No matter what station I pick or how many thumbs up or down I give, I never can seem to get a station that's perfect. The Atlantic City one I have is almost good enough, but it keeps playing all these Cat Steven's songs!!! What?!?!

Anyway, so I didn't here much in the way of new music. We sort of just listen to the Killers, Mumford, and the Lumineers around the house, with Monsters and Men thrown in for good measure. I'd say, easily, that Monsters and Men has been my personal favorite album of the year, but it sort of feels like cheating because it was one of my faves last year too.

Sigh. Lists can be hard, no?


Anyway, one new (to me) song that I can't seem to get enough of this year was Wake Up by All Sons and Daughters. I first heard it after reading this post from Dear Baby and I was hooked. (As a side note, most of those suggestions are pretty good.)

My next played-it-a-lot song, I just found a few weeks ago. They used his song Oats in the Water at the end of a Walking Dead episode, (worth a click for the stills of Daryl) and I knew it was him from a few of Bridget's playlists, so I hunted around and then found this, the Wolves. So great.

One more great one, I went to see Elysium and they had this video game thing commercial on before the previews, and they used this song and I LOVED it.
Oh and one more, from the first season of Fringe, when Olivia is about to get busy with Uncle Miles from Revolution. (JJ Abrams really has a thing for using the same actors EVERYWHERE) and I think it's on the Parenthood soundtrack too, which I love. Although I've never actually watched the show. Shrug.
So there you go. Apparently, I only listen to 'new' songs if I hear them on tv first. And I'm okay with that.

Speaking of tv, I can't even start to put all the tv I've watched this year into proper lists. But for you, I'm gonna give it a go.

Best TV of 2013:
I mean, this was The Year Jennifer Watched Every Single TV Show Ever Invented. Or almost. I mean, I started with Dexter, then did Sons of Anarchy, Orange is the New Black, the phenomenal third season of the Killing, Under the Dome, Orphan Black, and finally now we're on Fringe. Plus my regular non binges of Game of Thones and Elementary and Walking Dead. Side note, having to watch TV in real time SUCKS.

I can't even pick the best one. I'll have to go with Fringe, but we're only halfway thru the final season and it might end up sucking. Although I can't imagine that. I love every single thing about this show, and it almost breaks my heart to say it...but I think it's slightly better than X Files. Which isn't even fair to say because OBVIOUSLY they pull a LOT from X Files. So it wouldn't be as awesome if X Files hadn't been so perfect, you know what I mean?

I really loved Sons until season four kinda jumped the shark and then Jax agreed to do Fifty Shades of Grey.  Or Gray? Unsure. In addition to that snafu, they don't have season five on Netflix, and I'm not interested enough to pay for it yet. If that gives you any clue as to how much I didn't like season four.

But seasons one two and three were primo entertainment.





SPOILER ALERTS FOR ALL THE REST OF THE SHOWS.  ALL THE SPOILERS THAT EVER WERE ARE CONTAINED IN THE REMAINDER OF THIS POST. I'M SPOILING DEXTER AND ORANGE AND ORPHAN BLACK AND PARTS OF SEASON THREE OF WALKING DEAD. SPOILERS ABOUND. THERE ARE SPOILERS AHEAD. STOP READING IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. 



Dexter.  OHHHHHHHHHH, Dexter. I started watching Dexter the day we moved in to this house. We didn't have cable or wifi, but I had 3G on my little phone, and Dexter was on netflix, so I dove in. I believe that season one and two of Dexter are basically twenty four of the best hours ever recorded on tv EVER. SO GOOD. And every single scene with Trinity BLEW MY MIND. But as it progressed, Rita really changed, which irked me and I was glad when she died, but I didn't really start to not love the show until the disaster that was season eight. First of all, why did Deb kill Laguerta? Why not just let Dexter do it? That just seemed silly. Then she was all coked out, plus that ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS Dr Vogel story (I'm sorry, WHAT THE FUCK?!?!) and then Hannah...no. Just no. The ONLY thing I cared about was that Dexter NOT kill Angel. And he didn't. So that was nice. I thought the scenes where Deb died were amazingly well done. I especially liked how it happened off camera, Dexter walks in and Joey has to tell him what happened.  Usually on TV, we stay with the action, but in real life, in real hospitals, things happen when the visitors aren't there. I dunno, I just thought it was really well done.

I'm not even going to waste ink on the ending.

I thought Orange is the New Black was as good as everyone said it was going to be, but I don't really LOVE the actress who plays Piper. I do love the crazy Jesus lady who HELLO is actually in there because she shot up her abortion nurse AFTER SHE GOT AN ABORTION and Crazy Eyes and Tastee and Red (but I'm furious with her, duh) and Piper's roommate, who's name I cannot seem to remember. So if we could just focus on all of them for season two and leave Piper in the background, that would be great.

However, for the record, I'm going to have to bite the bullet and pick Orphan Black as my fave show of the year. Maybe. I loved the story (except for the tail part) and that girl playing ALL OF THE CLONES? HOLY SHIT. She can ACT. I was texting Angela while I watched the finale and MAN ALIVE, the hits just kept coming!!!  Alison basically killed her neighbor!!! Who wasn't even her handler!!! The Ukrainian killed their mama!!! Sarah (might have) killed the Ukrainian!!! Mrs S was involved in the cloning!!! The nerdy dreadlocked one has TB or something!!! They're all patented!!! Which is beyond ridiculous because how do you patent something that is so unbelievably illegal but still I love it!!!!

WOW.  Such a great show.

However, my favorite bit of TV for the year would be, hands down, the scenes in Walking Dead where Merle is back with our gang. His lines with Michone? So great. And oh my fucking God, when he's a zombie and Daryl has to put him down!?!?! GET OUT OF TOWN!!!! That was just such fucking badass writing ya'll!!! SO GOOD!!! I believe with all my heart that when this show finally calls it quits, I will be able to say, without any reservations, that Walking Dead was the Greatest Show Ever Written.

So yeah. There you go. The best entertainment of 2013.

Engelbrecht out.



Thursday, December 5, 2013

The Silo Saga by Hugh Howey

So, I waited a little while to write this review because I wanted to see if, over time, the awesomeness and adoration I feel towards this trilogy wore off a little bit. I didn't want to rave about how truly amazing it was, only to wake up a few weeks later and be embarrassed because really, it wasn't that good, was it? Well, rest assured. It's been a few weeks, and it really was THAT GOOD.

I first heard of Wool, on the Tube, I saw a poster for it and the catch phrase- if the lies don't kill you, the truth will- was very...catchy.  I snapped a pic of it, adding it to a thousand other pics of book ads and movie ads and show ads and clothes ads, and didn't think about it again until EW did a two sentence write up of Dust, the third instalment, in their Top Ten page at the beginning of an issue in September.

EW usually nails it in the book department for me, so I immediately googled it.  Amazon told me the basic plot, which was INSTANTLY a winner for me: In a ruined and toxic landscape, a community exists in a giant silo underground, hundreds of stories deep. There, men and women live in a society full of regulations they believe are meant to protect them. Sheriff Holston, who has unwaveringly upheld the silo’s rules for years, unexpectedly breaks the greatest taboo of all: He asks to go outside.
His fateful decision unleashes a drastic series of events. An unlikely candidate is appointed to replace him: Juliette, a mechanic with no training in law, whose special knack is fixing machines. Now Juliette is about to be entrusted with fixing her silo, and she will soon learn just how badly her world is broken. The silo is about to confront what its history has only hinted about and its inhabitants have never dared to whisper. Uprising.
And that's when I found this blurb from Justin Cronin. "'Howey's Wool is an epic feat of imagination. You will live in this world."

Now, for those of you who live under a rock, Justin Cronin penned The Passage, my Absolute Favorite Non SK, Non HP Book Ever Written.  My initial review of this stellar piece of literature (yes, literature) can be found here and the sequel is here.

So. Catchy catchprase, check. Interesting plot, check. Approval from EW, check. Public praise by one of the top three writers I've ever read? Check. Sign me up.

My copy was a little more than five hundred pages. It took me a little less than three days to read.

I want to say I've never read anything like it, but that's bullshit, I've read a lot like it. It's the kind of book I like. And when I instantly began trying to get everyone to read it...I was lost as to what to say. "Weeelllll, it's science fiction, sure, but it's not really science fiction." "Weeelllll, yeah, it's a post apocalyptic dystopian society, but that's not really what it's about."

It was hard!! So all I came up with is this. It's an extremely well written story about extremely likeable characters.

And that's like the WORST way to get people to read it!!! Ugh.

I keep wanting to say spoiler alert, but I really can't even spoil anything. To have ANY idea what this story is about, you basically just have to read it. It's all these people (like, four thousand) who live in a silo (like for grain, only it's a hundred and fifty stories tall- to give you some perspective, because that didn't really mean ANYTHING to me, the world's tallest building is in the UAE and it's one hundred and sixty stories, and the second in line is in Taiwan and it's only one hundred and one. The World Trade Center towers were each one hundred and ten. So one hundred and fifty stories UNDERGROUND is a much bigger deal than I realized until I read Shift and asked Nick how big this really was.) They have this video camera that shows them the ruined landscape above them, and it gets really dusty from all the...dust...and people go crazy and have cabin fever, and every few years it bubbles up. So either someone will kill someone and get sentenced to go outside and 'clean' the video camera, then die from the elements, or someone will just go batshit crazy and WANT to go outside, which is how this story starts.

And no matter how often these murderers and crazy people say that they won't clean those damned video cameras...everyone ALWAYS DOES IT. Spooky, right?!?!

One last Fun Fact about this book. This is actually my favorite part. I don't know much about the publishing world, obviously, except that it's hard and somewhat stupid. Dribble like James Patterson and Danielle Steele (sorry mom!!) gets picked up for publication ALL THE TIME and yet how many publishers passed up Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone before she got it picked up? So this guy Hugh Howey wrote this short story and published it himself on amazon. I don't know what that means, but it sounds pretty badass, especially when you read it and see how well written it is. I mean, I'm assuming he didn't have a professional editor, right?

Anyway, then he kept at it, publishing all the five different 'stories' that make up Wool. That's why it's slightly confusing if you're buying the kindle version, you've got to make sure you get the Wool Omnibus edition, not just the first story in the series. If it's free or a dollar, it's not right, you want the one that's like five bucks. I put in the link in case you want to just take my word for it, that's not an affiliate link or anything weird.

The second book, Shift, is the same way, you don't want to get The First Shift, Legacy, Book 6 of the Silo Series, you want Shift Omnibus. Or I guess you could just get all the little ones, but that seems dumb. I wish they'd take the little ones off.

So Shift. Shift got ripped apart on Good Reads, and I can sorta see why, but I do NOT agree.  So many Good Reads people say it's a waste of time, that you don't even need to read it to get the entire story.

THESE PEOPLE ARE MORONS. You NEED to read Shift!! I mean, come on people!!

Shift starts a few hundred years before Wool.  So basically, our present. And guess what? Nano technology. Then it leaps forward a few hundred years, but still a few hundred behind Wool.  The characters are NOT very likeable, I found the leaps just a tiny bit confusing, but the entire book was FASCINATING to me, and I tore through that one even faster. It explains how and why Juliette and co ended up in the silo, and how it's worked so well for so long. If you consider it 'working well.' It's all perspective I suppose?

Anyway. Loved this one too. And lemme break into my own ramblings right now to say, you really can't look at these like three different books.  More-so than any other trilogy (or even more than trilogy, I'd say even more-so than HP) I've ever read, these three different books are just a way to break up one story into more manageable bites. You really can NOT read one without the other two, in my own humble opinion.

And then came Dust.

Ohhhhhhh, Dust. Never before (no, not even with HP, don't tell Jo) have I been so completely and totally SATISFIED with the ending of a saga. Never. I have high hopes for The Passage (should be out next May!!!) but honestly, after this, I can't imagine anyone else ever nailing it so exquisitely perfect again.

All the lose ends are wrapped up, but in perfect, REALISTIC ways.  I'm looking at you Allegiant. It all unfolds so organically and just NATURALLY. I cried. Nay, I WEPT as I read through the final chapters of this book. It was just SO FUCKING GOOD.

So, there you go. A huge ass review that doesn't actually say a single thing about the book.  Sorry, I just can't even. Words. Too much.

It was just so good. And of course they'll make a movie and it just won't be any good and it'll suck so much balls and then I'll be devastated. So before that happens, go out there and read these books!!! If you can't afford them, get them from the library. Borrow some money. Email me and I'll send you copies. GO READ THESE BOOKS. Now!!!




Monday, December 2, 2013

The -Ing Episode


I'm stealing this from Grace, who, in turn, stole it from Sydney.  Apparently, there are no original ideas on the wonder that is the world wide web. 

Making: fun of this ridiculous article Nick just sent me. 
this isn't actually a video, it's a screen shot from the article. sorry if you're confizzled. 

I love amazon as much as the next guy (okay, I love amazon more than probably anyone else on the face of this blessed planet) but come ON. And the best part is that he basically alludes to the fact that this is a ridiculous pipe dream that will never come to fruition. Ugh. People with too much money are just not good for life. 

Cooking : this crock-pot apple cider pulled pork. Except with just apple juice because I couldn't find cider on the website. And no brown sugar because I forgot. And no coleslaw because I don't like it. So basically, it's just a pork shoulder in the crockpot that I'll shred and put on a bun. 

Drinking : a spinach and orange and pineapple smoothie in one had and a cup of water in the other, and fantasizing about two thirty when I drink my daily diet Coke. I hate water so much. 

Reading : The Husband's Secret. Although, wanna know the weirdest thing? I was sitting here typing this out, and I typed The Silent Wife. Is that even a book? Is it on my list? WHY DID MY FINGERS TYPE SOMETHING THAT MY BRAIN DIDN'T TELL THEM TO TYPE? Do you think I have a brain tumor?!


Wanting : this too cute (and too expensive) mistletoe decoration. 
You can never have too many excuses for a quick make out session, am I right?

Looking: out the window every two minutes for the Tesco delivery guy. You have to buzz to get in here, and it's worse than a doorbell. WAY WORSE. It scares the shit out of me EVERY SINGLE TIME I hear it, so I want to be prepared in advance. Ugh.

Playing: soduko. Too. Much. Soduko. 

Wasting: all this time on a blog post that only my mama and my bestie will read. 

Sewing: the Christmas quilt. Should be done soon!! Excited happy face. Then I'll have to go back to the king sized. Angry crying face. 

Wishing: that I was one of those people who couldn't relax until the house was spotless. You know, instead of one of those people who can just step over the pile of cheerios, shove all the laundry off the couch, then lay down and keep her eyes focused on the tv instead of on the shit laying ALL OVER THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR. 

Enjoying:  Warren going to school. Besides the obvious fact that it gets him away from me for however many hours a day, he's learning SO MUCH and he always comes home with the BEST stories. I guess when Ava and Scott were each his age, I was knee deep in a two year old and a new baby, but I've got nothing going on right now (Daisy's pretty self sufficient) so I take the time to listen to this dude and he is HILARIOUS. 

Waiting: for Santa. My Christmas list got a tiny bit out of control this year and I'm so excited to see which of the seventeen things I've told him I ABSOLUTELY MUST HAVE OR I'LL JUST DIE  Nick goes with. Aren't I too old for this? Yes. And I haven't been this excited for my own selfish presents in YEARS, but for some reason, I just can't hide it!!! I'm also pretty dang excited about the kids, we got Ava and Scott a kindle fire and I can't WAIT to see how excited they (probably won't be) are. And Warren has wanted one thing and one thing only for the last seven months (a remote control helicopter) and I'm pretty excited to finally sit down and get that ordered, hopefully tonight. 

Liking: my free 30 day trial of PSE 12. I usually hate all change, based on principle alone, but despite the HUGE cosmetic changes (all the colors are VERY different and everything is in the wrong place) the nitty gritty is very similar to 9, but better. It's more user friendly (ie, it's set up like it's an apple product) and oh how I love the thirds grid on the cropper. If you're interested, give it a go, it's free, and if you like it, it's on sale for fifty bucks. No idea how long that sale will last though. 

Wondering: why my groceries are now one hour and six minutes late.  Very unlike Tesco, and I am NOT happy. 

Loving: the Yankee Vanilla Chai candles I got last time we were up at the base. Perfection. 

Hoping: that the driver didn't get in some sort of horrible accident. I mean, I want my groceries, but not at the expense of his life. Do you think Tesco would call and tell me? How would that conversation go? "Mrs Engelbrecht, we're so sorry to have to be the ones to tell you, but the man who was supposed to deliver your groceries died in a horrible accident. We will of course refund your purchase price." And how would I respond? This is a nightmare!!!

Marveling: at the fact that we don't use diapers. At all. After eight years of nonstop diapers, all day every day, we are done. She doesn't even wear one to bed. I cry a little every time I think about it. No, not tears of sadness or regret or wish-i-had-another-baby, tears of sheer joy and wonder. No. More. Diapers. EVER. 

Needing: A Christmas travel coffee mug. Spill proof and dishwasher safe. Any suggestions? I don't like either of the patterns at the starbucks here. 

Smelling: dang, shouldn't have wasted the candle comment up there. 

Wearing: yoga pants over leggings (for warmth, and bonus, an extremely slight slimming effect) a tunic length top, and a cardigan. All day, every day. Nick is so lucky. 

Following: the Fitness Blender 8 Week Fat Loss Program here and lovin every minute. Seriously. I'm that girl who says she loves working out. It's so FUN! And it makes me feel strong. Does that sound stupid? Regardless, it's true. I don't know that I am any stronger, but I feel like I could lift the entire school, possibly with one hand. 

Noticing: that Warren is developing a slight British accent. Life is fun.

Knowing: that we have an episode of Walking Dead to watch tonight after the kids go down makes me happy. I just love that show. 

Thinking: that I might need to have a little look-see at my zoloft prescription, as I am now, in addition to spending hours every day rehashing my children's deaths (which haven't happened, obviously) but I can't stop going over the details of the Tesco driver's death since he is still not here. This can't be a good sign of mental health and stability. 

Feeling: that horrible cycle start. I'm anxious. Then I get all worked up and anxious about my anxiety. Which makes me even MORE anxious. And so on and so forth until I'm just sitting on the couch staring into space and wondering if the sun will ever come out again and how I'll continue living if my kids all die. Which naturally makes me very anxious. 

Bookmarking: to be completely honest, I'm not entirely sure what 'bookmarking' means, but I think it's what people used to do on the computer before pinterest? Maybe? If that is the case, I am pinning all the things for our future home. What? Why? No idea. We're here for AT LEAST another year, and we have no idea where we'll be going next, but instead of cleaning or cooking or reading or engaging with Daisy June, I spend a few hours a day pinning gorgeous rustic country farmhouse chic living rooms and kitchens.

Opening: all the cabinets looking for the chocolate orange that I asked Nick to hide from me this morning.

Giggling: when I remember Nick telling me yesterday that when the train dude said "This is an all stations train to Watford" Daisy scrunched up her perfect little face in confusion and said "WATFORD?!?! WE'RE NOT GOING TO WATFORD!!!" 

Feeling: satisfied with the way my life is turning out. I mean, I live in London with my main squeeze and the four greatest slash assholiest kids on the planet. What's not to love?