Tulip time

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Ever have that book that you just can’t seem to finish? And there is no good reason why you haven’t finished it? You like the characters and the subject and yet you just can’t seem to get to the last page?
This book was that book for me. I started The Curse of the Pharoahs : An Amelia Peabody Mystery by Elizabeth Peters on my plane back from NYC in March. Finally finished it two days ago. Sure I read a couple of other books in between now and then, but man, it was like this book was generating new pages after I put it down every night.
I finally prevailed.
This is the second in a series of seventeen (so far) mysteries with the same character, Amelia Peabody. Despite it taking so long to get through, I thoroughly enjoyed the book. Its so many things I love rolled together: a good mystery, an independent female protagonist, and Egyptian archaeology.
I look forward to my next visit with Peabody and Emerson. However, I’m not sure how excited I am for their young son, Ramses, to have more of a role in their future adventures. In this book he was left back in England with an aunt, but I suspect he’ll end up in Egypt with his parents in the future.
Via Lisa:
Name four books on your bookshelf:
Rebecca
A Year at the Movies
Camp Foxtrot
And Then There Were None
Name four DVDs Movies in your collection:
Schindler’s List
The Mummy
The Princess Bride
Ghostbusters
Name four things on your walls:
Orpheuscapade 2003 Lithograph
Hawkeye Marching Band group photo
That Darn Cat original 1-sheet
my spoon collection
Name four things in your wardrobe:
Gap jeans
VS pajama pants
HMB sax section t-shirts
black sheer shirts
Name four artists in your music collection:
Harry Connick, Jr.
Bonerama
Neal Caine
Paul Simon
Name four real life stores you shop at regularly:
Target
Barnes & Noble
Hobby Lobby
Hy-Vee
Name four things in your bag:
sunglasses
index cards
inhaler
cell phone
Name four things in your cupboard that are in cans:
peaches
cream of shrimp soup
that’s it, and the shrimp soup is old and I don’t know why I have it.

I highly recommend this setup.
What a lovely way to enjoy the first day in weeks I did not spend at work.
Words of wisdom I just gleaned from a commenter on Wil Wheaton’s blog. The full comment is:
That clock is pretty insane. Kind of makes you realize that the reality we exist in is only one moment in time. And no matter how hard you try, you can’t hang on to a moment longer than it is here. Once it’s gone, you can only remember it, but really it will never be back again.
That’s my problem with blogging. I try to hang on to every moment and want to record it and share it, but then actual life invades and when I don’t have time to document things in minute detail, I just completely stop blogging about daily thoughts or life. All I can hear in my head is, “I can’t post anything else until I catch up from the last trip/wedding/knitting project.” This isn’t a phenomenon that I’ve just encountered since I started blogging. I’ve always had this problem. The amount of journals that I stopped writing in simply because I hadn’t written for a week or so and could never catch up with numbers at least six or seven.
There are only two times in my life where I ever journaled regularly no matter what happened: senior year in high school and my semester abroad. My senior year it was part of my composition class and we had time to journal in class everyday as well as assigments (such as “write in a mall” or “write at a sporting event”) to complete throughout the year. If there’s a grade attached, I’ll do it. I’m just one of those kind of people. When I went to Wales, I had received travel journals from my mom and Min (more on her in a bit) when I left and was inspired to use them. Due to my lack of socialness, I spent a lot of time documenting my adventures. I’d spend hours in my room writing about the previous weekend. I filled nearly 3 journals while I was abroad, not to mention the giant binder of emails I wrote. But there again, I was obsessed with not forgetting anything, and despite the amazing times I had, I wonder how many other times I missed because I was writing, writing, writing. Ah well. C’est la vie. At least I have the journals. They’re entertaining, funny, and painful all at the same time. At least I learned to lighten up somewhat after I got back. *chuckle*
I tried to keep writing when I got back, but it just never took. I started another journal right after 9/11 thinking it was this turning point in history and I should document my life and think about my place and blah blah blah. Yeah, that lasted about a week.
I started this blog nearly two and half years ago. Good grief. I’ve posted nothing of substance except my crappy book entries since… *looks* I’ve posted nothing of substance since sometime in 2004.
Alrighty. I’m going to be anal-retentive and just do a list of what I’ve been doing since mid-March, since that’s what’s hanging over my head blogging-wise. Excuse me while I purge my mind:
So that’s what has been happening.
Here’s what’s upcoming:
That’s what I can think of for now.
One other new thing, I created a mobile blog at blogger. I can post from my phone. Text and pictures. Ah fun things from google.
Hopefully you’ll be hearing a lot more from me. I can’t promise good content. I’m going to work on quantity, not quality for right now…