What I'm reading this week:
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez, Edith Grossman (Translator) -- it's a little slow and it reads like a translation -- I'll know more once I get past page 20 -- but the font is so small and jam packed on the page it makes me sleepy to read.
One for the Money (Stephanie Plum Mystery Series #1) by Janet Evanovich-- Almost done -- this book is hysterical, I have the rest of the Stephanie Plum series to read and then off to Janet's romance books. Thanks for letting me borrow the books Sara!
Firefly Lane by Kristin Hannah-- The new Kristin Hannah book I had to have, I love her books -- they make me cry and apprently the new hormonal me loves to cry- shocking, and yet true.
Dream When You're Feeling Blue by Elizabeth Berg -- only a couple pages into it and I'm really into the main charachters head already poor Kitty, her boyfriend is away to war (wwII) and she's commited to writing him a letter a day.
So I'll admit it -- I'm not the best descion maker, ok let me re-phrase, I like making descions but I'm not so speedy at it, and when it comes to where to eat, what to do -- I'm at a loss, mostly because I enjoy myself the most when surrounded by the proper company.
I'm A o k sitting on the sofa - playing with yarn, whining about supermodels and fasionistas and whiny designers, and bad brides on TV-- obviously this sofa was set in Gwennie's house, I am also a o k with playing cards, sitting around drinking beers, being silly goofy me, I don't need fanfare - yes, it's fun to get out - see & do new things, but make the decision to do so - is a little overwhelming -- what's wrong with the couch, dinner and movie, playing some game that I will try and cheat at...?
So for my birthday - it is my job to take command of the weekend before and plan something... Dave asked me what I want to do -- and honestly, as sick and disgusting as this is -- I just want to be with him. He's ditching me for a baseball game on my birthday proper and I have a family dinner ritual to attend to anyway so I am supposed to think up something special and fantastic for my birthday, yet at the same time -- not lame.
My problem with this whole thing is the pressure -- I've never been in a relationship on my birthday, I've had the curse of March since dear god, well always -- if I've been in a relationship at Christmas - it has surely failed by the time my birthday rolls around. In addition, I have never had birthday sex -- I know this is lame, but it's never happened on my birthday, and I was very convinced that I'd have fantastic wonderous birthday sex this year, but alas -- due to the way the calander fell --- and baseball season... another year will have to pass.
So I'm trying to decide what to do the weekend before my birthday... We will be celebrating Friday and Saturday. Friday night - I'd like to eat something, watch a movie or tv and have a couple beers, maybe play monopoly or scrabble. Saturday, I want to do something fun -- but it's MARCH in MINNESOTA and there's snow and nothing fun to do outside -- so this is what I've come up with courtesy of citypages.com: so yep, I've decided -- I want to get either pizza or wings and spend time with Dave, that's what I want to do for my birthday. Or else that Polka Dancing looked fun... I can't decide.
Now, what I want for my birthday present is going to be viewed equally as lame -- I just want a card, yes, that's it - a birthday card - preferably something more sweet and less funny -- but I'll be happy either way -- with some sort of heartfelt message handwritten to me. If he wanted to be a show stopper he could get me 4 cards one for friday - saturday - sunday and of course one for the real official birthday monday... but I'm only really hoping for one and that's all I really want -- and I know he hates shopping for cards so I'm almost expecting him to not get me a card, but he can never complain that I'm hard to shop for.
So this weekend I was stranded without my girly face wash -- and under Dave's urgings I tried his face wash and although the smell is extra manly -- it did wondrous things for a couple of my 2nd puberty pimples -- ugh, So yes, I'm going to get my own stash of manwash for me I'll just have to find a girly moisturizer to mask the manly smells, that smell great on Dave but make me feel a little less feminine. In addition to his face wash, i'm also ok with his soap, shampoo and conditioner -- all gender neutral clean smells -- and I love his deoderant on him -- even more than cologne - yep, I love the way his pits smell.
