Blog of a Bookslut

Blog of a Bookslut

I think I am becoming a cyberdork. I am actually looking at a)other people's blogs and b) blogs of those who do book reviews.

When did this happen? When did I become so strangely techno addicted that I would even venture to create a Blog, let alone continue writing here?
Is this like that whole "grown up " thing, where all of a sudden you realize that you are married, with a kid, and a mortgage, and two cars, and a vegetable garden, and life insurance on your head worth a million dollars, and you are making a dentist appointment for someone else under the age of 18.. who is your permanent responsibility. I own a piano. and a buffet table, and I get excited at the prospect of a new refrigerator.

These things creep up slowly upon us. Good thing I like most of the trappings.

12 frogs: The Comcast Digital Cable That Wasn't

12 frogs: The Comcast Digital Cable That Wasn't

Just got off the phone with Comcast cable AGAIN. I am so tired of paying nearly $90 a month and receiving ...uhm maybe all the channels for part of the day, or some the the channels all of the day. Apparently they must know that I am too lazy to switch to DISH Network.

I am an evil sister...
this is what my brother Gerard sent to me via email, a touching, lovely soliloquy:


I Wouldn’t Try To Be So Perfect

Anonymous

The following was written years ago by an 85 year old
man who learned he was dying.

If I had my life to live over again, I’d try to make
more mistakes next time. I wouldn’t try to be so
perfect. We all have perfection fetishes. What
difference does it make if you let people know you are
imperfect? They can identify with you then. Nobody can
identify with perfection.

I would relax more. I’d limber up. I’d be sillier than
I’ve been on this trip. In fact, I know few things
that I would take so seriously. I’d be crazier. I’d be
less hygienic. I’d take more chances. I’d take more
trips. I’d climb more mountains. I’d swim in more
rivers. I’d watch more sunsets. I’d go more places
I’ve never seen. I’d eat more ice cream and fewer
beans. I’d have more actual problems and fewer
imaginary ones.

You see, I was one of those people who lived sensibly
and sanely hour after hour and day after day. Oh, I’ve
had my moments, and if I had it to do all over again,
I’d have more of those moments. In fact, I’d try to
have nothing but beautiful moments, moment by moment
by moment. In case you didn’t know it, that’s the
stuff life is made of – only moments. Don’t miss the
now. I’ve been one of those people who never went
anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a
gargle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had to do it
all over again, I’d travel lighter next time.

If I had it to do all over again, I’d start barefoot
earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the
fall. I’d ride more merry-go-rounds, I’d watch more
sunrises, and I’d play with more children. If I had to
do it over again… but you see, I don’t…




Then this is what I wrote back to him:

This was written by your sister who has a sneaking suspicion that she is going
to die someday.

If I had to do it over again...
I would have snuck out of the window when I was 16 and gotten so drunk
that I threw up on the front porch.
I would have stayed up to watch the sunset from the back of that
patrol car, and probably not spit on that one burly dude.
I would have shown up for a few of my classes in high school, and
college, and not cheated on the SAT, the ACT and each of the 5 AP
tests I took.
I would have slept around A LOT, and danced like a skanky whore in
Tijuana. Maybe I would have even eaten those fish tacos from the
vendor on the corner when I was there.
I'd lie to my parents about how college was going, Spend my tuition
money on booze and sell my textbooks for admission to underground
dance clubs.
I would take long road trips with girlfriends, flashing truck drivers
and letting the wind blow through my blond hair without wearing a seat
belt.
If I had to do it over again, I'd stay up later and get up earlier to
do these kind of things each day

. If I had to do it all over again... I ...WAIT.... I don't have
to.... I did all of this.

(you know I'm kidding right?)

Room to Read

Room to Read
I just read an article in the San Francisco Chronicle's Sunday magazine and was very impressed by this organization. They have a position open for the fund development manager. I wish I had enough time ( and probably some more experience) so that I could do this job.
I think that is one of my long term goals. I really only have two things left I need to do...become a published author ( I really don't think this counts), and open a wine tasting bar. Somehow along the way I think I would be good at working in the development department of a charity. I had a taste of it when I did some work for Children's Health Council in Palo Alto. Jake was in therapy there at the time, so it was a good fit. Maybe you can't be a charity case and be the development manager; maybe a nut case, but not the actual beneficiary of the philanthropic work. I will have to think on that a bit
As for the published author part, I am working on my book, but it is hard to find the time to write about being a parent of a special needs kid when you actually are a parent of a special needs kid.
We celebrated Jake's birthday today at Four Seasons San Francisco Hotel. A lot of my family from Southern California was in town for the USC vs. Stanfurd game. USC defeated Stanfurd, and we all went to Bucca di Beppo for dinner in Palo Alto on Saturday night.
Today's lunch was held in the private dining room at Seasons restaurant. It was really lovely. Of course Jake got a bit too excited and got ice cream all over Grandma's new St. John's Knit oops. My in-laws made their way over from Berkeley, and a good time was had by all. I mean we did have lunch until 4pm.
Jake passed out on his Daddy's chest before the clock tolled 7pm, and is now happily in bed wearing dinosaur pajamas...I am sure there is still chocolate cake in his teeth, but we will just have to fix that in the morning.

I think I am an ENFJ

Body

I used to vary each time I took the Myers-Briggs test. ENFT, ENFJ I guess I have never been introverted, but it sure looks like I am settling down.
These are some of my favorite things...

The potential ways in which an ENFJ can irritate others include:

talking too much
assuming they know the needs of others - in trying to help them develop insight, the ENFJ can appear bossy
taking criticism personally

and if I'm not careful....I can:
be very critical and find fault with almost everything
do things to excess - e.g.: eating, drinking or exercising


hmmm sounds like someone I know. Ugh.

Things I Find Silly/Crazy

www.anotheruselesswebsite.co.uk

www.anotheruselesswebsite.co.uk

Just doing my part to promote another useless website

Virtual Bubblewrap - Pop Now! Pop bubble wrap online - since 1996

Virtual Bubblewrap - Pop Now! Pop bubble wrap online - since 1996

I am sending my brother a page filled with crazy links.. he is always sending them to me.. try this if you need that OCD fix in the middle of the day.