Okay, so this weekend on this blog I managed to (a.) complain about my job, (b.) fail to successfully post a picture and (c.)– not much else. We’ll return to regularly scheduled program Monday. I have my writing group in a few hours and both pieces I read were amazing – I can’t believe how lucky I am to be a part of such an engaging writing group. Before that I think I’ll swing into Barnes and Noble and check out the sales, and after that I’ll grocery shop. Am pretty sure I’ll finish Ellen Foster today – it’s a quick and disturbing read and I disagree with its comparison to Catcher in the Rye. A Walk in the Woods makes me laugh out loud and I’m very happy it’s my nonfiction of the moment. Watched the movie “Garden State” yesterday which was sweet but a little overrated. Tonight I’m making my first provencal recipe – chicken with 50 cloves of garlic and baguette stuffing – can’t wait to see how it turns out. I’m moving forward in my quest feel grown up by the time I turn 30. This quest also includes ceasing to straighten my crazy curly hair and accept that I simply will never have long, flowing, straight tresses. No more products, no more flat iron, no more battles with the hair dryer in the morning! I’m going curly, and not going back
Except maybe for a special occasion.
I’ve been having trouble with wordpress this weekend, accessing my blog and other wordpress blogs…anybody else? Tomorrow the journaly-aspect of this blog will cease – tomorrow’s topic? Either the Dick Devos/Jennifer Granholm update or an essay I’ve titled Language as Dance. By the way, I have to admit DeVos has impressed me this weekend. First he calls out Bush for ignorning the recession in Michigan and on his failure to meet with the leaders of the auto industry, and then he refuses to back the bill that would prohibit affirmitive action. It’s similar to having a crush on the most popular boy in school – you know it will never go anywhere and he’s just not right for you, but man, when he scores a touchdown at the Friday night football game, you can’t help but swoon.