so here goes....
I write a blog that literally, nobody reads. (but that's not my confession)
I know it's nothing personal.
( Maybe it is??? I did shower today... I put on deodorant... My clothes are clean... My perfume smells nice... I'm looking pretty foxy today.... Maybe I just haven't advertised enough??? )
Well, maybe it is personal that nobody reads my blog. I get it! I am not the best blogger in the universe but I am getting the feeling that just like My Space (y'all remember that don't you?), Blogging will the thing we once did because it made us look awesome. (It's my testimony that Facebook will soon follow).
With all of our awesome layouts and witty post, we could create and look like a bad-ass. Forget being great at sports or learning to a new talent, instead it's "Have you read my Blog lately? I just put up a new post." Plus, we could prove to everyone else that our kids were most definitely awesomer (and yes that is a real word) than anybody elses kids. Blogging is the "Look at How Much Better WE are than YOU" Christmas letter... all year round. There are blogs with "Guest Post" because that blog is just too amazing for the author to write their own post all of the time. And there are SAHM (stay at home Mom's- which I am not one of) who blog about there lives and get paid for it. Many blogs out there for "deep thinkers" and the ever awesome "HomeMakers!" (you know! those blogs that have crafts, food, homemade clothes and hairstyles for your little girl. The blogs you get sent to from Pintrest.) But not me, I am just Honey, a girl with a blog that nobody reads.
Now I'm stalling....
I have a confession.... (DEEP BREATH) here goes:
I wrote a book.
WOW! That feels so much better!!!
I wrote a book... but then so has everyone else.
As a child, I could never really decided on what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was more concerned about making it to adulthood than anything else. So what did I want to be when I grew up and made it to adulthood? At one point, I wanted to be a doctor but then I realized what I had to tell my doctor and I didn't necessarily want to hear that coming from someone else mouth. I thought "I'll be a Nurse!" but then I didn't want to see whatever they had just told there doctor, coming from their mouth. I wanted to be an astronaut for a really long time but then Math and I are like the BP oil spill off of the Gulf Coast a few years back.... we will never mix, we must stay away from each other because we don't belong together and the effects that result from it, can destroy ecosystems. That is how bad I am at Math (it's the one class that has kept me from getting my Associates Degree, I just can't pass the Math Class).
So back to this book thing... out of everything I have ever wanted to be, I have always wanted to be a writer. I have been reading since I was 3 and I read an average of 30 books a year. However, this year I am not doing too good with my reading. Sorry, I am sidetracking. So I love to read and I love to write. I have a few short stories saved on my computer and I have always had positive feedback from friends and family who have read them. But then, they are my family and they are the ones who tell me: "No, those spandex pants not make your thighs look huge!!! You're not FAT, you're just extra curvy!"
I started blogging, what little I did of it, a few years ago all before I was sucked into Facebook. I found that I could keep in touch with my friends and family a whole lot easier (and more privately)through Facebook and my blog got put to the wayside. (I totally just checked my Facebook page just now! haha!) I started to blog for various reasons. Most especially because I like writing and blogging is a great out. But then I don't think I have enough fingers and toes to count on to show how many blogs out there are so much better, wittier and awesomer than mine. I am just Honey, a girl with a blog.
(PS I am the Master of DEFLECTION. If you look it up in the dictionary it will show a picture of me! and if you still don't believe me, just ask Hotstuff.)
So I wrote a book and it scares me too death that I have. This, writing, has been my passion since I was a young girl. I have always wanted to write and be a famous author. I knew that I could never and will never write the "Great American Novel" because it has already been done a hundred times. No, I just want to write non-fiction stories. I want to write something that readers won't be able to put down. I want them to devour my words. I want to write something they can see in their minds and live. I want to entertain. I don't necessarily have some "meaning of life/artsy" message in my writings, I just want to write what I feel.
Last year, between a full time job and a double full time life, I was able to write my first novel. It took almost 10 months but I did it. And I have had so much fun with it. I have loved loved loved writing! Now comes the best part ever... (drum roll please)... EDITING!!! (Insert happy dance here!)
So why am I scared?
Just like my blog, there is someone else's blog that is so much better and everyone has one. Amazon has made it easy. You write a story, have an Amazon Account, press upload and Voila! You are hear by a writer. Congratulations! Fitzgerald, Rowling, Bronte, Austin, Larsson, King and Many Many Many others wait with open arms for you to join their ranks.
Let me tell you, I have read some real CRAP from people who publish off of Amazon. I mean, I wouldn't even feed it too anyone who was dying of starvation because that is how horrible and frustratingly stupid some of that stuff is. Seriously, I want the time I spent reading that stuff and my money back. I have had to stop reading some novels because it was pure $#!T. NO editor needed. Just write, spell check and upload.
I really don't want anyone to think that of what I have written. I really don't want to be one of those writers that have my book show up in the "More Items to Consider" category on Amazon is because the customer viewed a hundred different brands of toilet paper. I am scared because, this is what I want and I am not sure of how to complete this. I don't have the time or money to go out and get an agent. Like I wrote earlier: I have written a book... but then so has everyone else. I am scared to death to once again, stand in someone else's shadow.
So I have made my confession on a blog that nobody reads. I've made my confession here, because I know that it's safe. No one is going to read this and that's okay.
I have written a book and I am just Honey, a girl with a blog.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Is that a letter in your bag for me?
So now have a confession to make:
I am such a HYPOCRITE!!!
For my birthday, Hotstuff sent out invites to everyone that we knew to come for my party. He invited over a hundred people (that live in the state) and instead of 75ish people that we were expecting about 25 showed up (we have been living off of left overs for the last week!). He also sent out a message inviting everyone to send me a message about the things that they love about me. Once again, he got a very small response. Hotstuff was dissapointed. He really wanted to fill every page of the book that he had bought me with notes from people.
(Me reading one of the notes from friends on my birthday)
Later that night, he and I talked. He felt bad that more people didn't send me a note. I wasn't worried and I wasn't offended because I know that I am loved and I know that I mean something to my friends and family. Just because I didn't get a note from someone doesn't mean that they don't love me. It just means that I have loved ones who took the time to tell me that they love me.
We now live in a world where writing has become a lost art. Instead of letters and cards, we send a message on facebook or send a text. Less and less do we actually, really, truly take the time to send a hand written note, just because. Don't get me wrong, sometimes it's just easier to just send a quick message through technology. But when was the last time you held a real piece of paper in your hands from someone who loves you? When was the last time you let someone know that you love them?
We use our technology to do the talking for us and sooner (rather than later) we will become a distant society. Never communicating with each other. Never expressing our love for one another with sincerity. Our relationships will not be as strong and the bases for them will be on what our technology will do for us.
Because it has been almost a years since I have blogged and I am not the most perfect person at sending out notes and cards to those I love. Because I believe what I have written is the truth and I don't take as much time as I should to show others my love for them more personally. I use facebook and text to send messages, probably more than I should.
Our relationships help us define our lives and who we are. My idea is not to scold or give a guilt trip. My idea is to inspire and remind that our words on paper still mean something.
Monday, August 22, 2011
My Grief Observed
I just celebrated my 29th birthday this year and I am beginning to feel like I know more about death... I mean losing a loved one than I should.
Just recently my dearest friend and kindred sister, LJ of whom I have know for 9 years BC (before children) just recently lost her husband to a tragic accident. AR was an incredible man, a great father, a hard worker and a prankster. He was at work, pulling weeds off the side of the road (and far enough off of the side of the road to be out of danger) when a woman hit him. She was doing close to 70 miles an hour when she hit him, killing him instantly. She then proceeded to drag his body 30 FEET before finally stopping (she refused a breathalyzer at the scene, was never arrested and has now fled the state!). AR was killed 10 days before his 32nd birthday. AR left behind his three kids E (7), S(3) and V(14 months). My dear friend is a widow at 28 and has severe MS.
Almost 8 years ago, I lost my mother. Hotstuff and I had only been married about a year and a half and I was 27 weeks pregnant with Miss May. My mother was 46 years old and just did not wake up one morning. That same week, my biological father put me in the hospital from assaulting both my sister and I- I ultimately missed my mother's viewing. My biological father was extremely abusive and that night in the hospital, I cut ties with him. In a matter of days I felt like I had become an orphan.
I have lost a lot of wonderful people in my life and every time have been able to lean on my faith in every instance of having lost a dear, cherished friend and loved one. Always.
At AR's viewing, I think I had all ready come to terms with his passing. I was able to lean on my faith again to help me and LJ through the weekend. I was able to hold it together to be a strength to my friend, until E ran outside and came back with some dandelions that she had picked. She then gently placed them in her daddy's hands and kissed him.
That is when I lost it.
After a few minutes, I was able to compose myself and make it through the rest of the viewing. When the viewing had ended, I took one of AR's brothers aside to talk to him about something and I broke down again.
I was okay that AR had passed away but what I really wanted, more than anything....
I wanted my friend to stop hurting. I didn't want her to hurt anymore.
After my mother passed away, Hotstuff handed me a book. It is called "A Grief Observed" by CS Lewis. It is Lewis's journal that he kept after his wife died. It is amazing and it is something I recommend to anyone who has lost someone they love. In the same spirit of CS Lewis, here is my "Grief Observed"
1. Death hurts and it hurts like hell. That pain never goes away but after a while it doesn't hurt as bad.
2. We will never get over our loss but we do get through them.
3. There is a cycle to grief: In the beginning you have bad days and good moments.... you slowly move to bad days, a good day, bad days.... then your good days will start to out weigh the bad days...then you will have good days and bad moments... finally you will have good months and a bad day/moment will show up.
4. You never quit missing them. Though my mother has been gone for almost 8 years, I have days where I just want to sit down and cry because I miss her... and all of that is normal.
5. Life goes on with or without you... and them. Keep going on with your life. Get up every morning, take a shower and do something productive. Keep moving! Keep going! Keep progressing! Yes, you will still hurt but that is okay. It is no gaurantee that you will immediatly feel "cured" but you will start to heal.
6. Don't be afraid to ask for help. Grief counseling is an incredible tool to help.
7. Traditions are incredible healing tool! Every year on the anniversary of my mothers passing, I take a mental health day. On this day, I take the day off. I have no kids, no husband, no nothing! I go and get my hair done, I go shopping, I go and have dinner with my aunt. I take the day to play! I spend the day doing what my mother would have wanted me to do. I celebrate my mother in my own special way. I suggested to LJ to make a tradition where she and the kids come to AR's grave on his birthday and have a picnic. That way they can talk about him and tell all the fun stories that AR had.
8. The first are always the hardest. The first holidays and celebrations are the hardest. They get easier but sometimes, 8 years later I still have a harder time with some holidays than the year before.
9. Just because the one you loved is gone doesn't mean that you deserve to be unhappy. You deserve every happiness in the world. Laugh and remember the good.
10. Lean on your faith, turn to your God. Even when it feels like it has failed you, it really hasn't. Even when you feel like God hates you... he really doesn't.
This is My Grief Observed.
Just recently my dearest friend and kindred sister, LJ of whom I have know for 9 years BC (before children) just recently lost her husband to a tragic accident. AR was an incredible man, a great father, a hard worker and a prankster. He was at work, pulling weeds off the side of the road (and far enough off of the side of the road to be out of danger) when a woman hit him. She was doing close to 70 miles an hour when she hit him, killing him instantly. She then proceeded to drag his body 30 FEET before finally stopping (she refused a breathalyzer at the scene, was never arrested and has now fled the state!). AR was killed 10 days before his 32nd birthday. AR left behind his three kids E (7), S(3) and V(14 months). My dear friend is a widow at 28 and has severe MS.
Almost 8 years ago, I lost my mother. Hotstuff and I had only been married about a year and a half and I was 27 weeks pregnant with Miss May. My mother was 46 years old and just did not wake up one morning. That same week, my biological father put me in the hospital from assaulting both my sister and I- I ultimately missed my mother's viewing. My biological father was extremely abusive and that night in the hospital, I cut ties with him. In a matter of days I felt like I had become an orphan.
I have lost a lot of wonderful people in my life and every time have been able to lean on my faith in every instance of having lost a dear, cherished friend and loved one. Always.
At AR's viewing, I think I had all ready come to terms with his passing. I was able to lean on my faith again to help me and LJ through the weekend. I was able to hold it together to be a strength to my friend, until E ran outside and came back with some dandelions that she had picked. She then gently placed them in her daddy's hands and kissed him.
That is when I lost it.
After a few minutes, I was able to compose myself and make it through the rest of the viewing. When the viewing had ended, I took one of AR's brothers aside to talk to him about something and I broke down again.
I was okay that AR had passed away but what I really wanted, more than anything....
I wanted my friend to stop hurting. I didn't want her to hurt anymore.
After my mother passed away, Hotstuff handed me a book. It is called "A Grief Observed" by CS Lewis. It is Lewis's journal that he kept after his wife died. It is amazing and it is something I recommend to anyone who has lost someone they love. In the same spirit of CS Lewis, here is my "Grief Observed"
1. Death hurts and it hurts like hell. That pain never goes away but after a while it doesn't hurt as bad.
2. We will never get over our loss but we do get through them.
3. There is a cycle to grief: In the beginning you have bad days and good moments.... you slowly move to bad days, a good day, bad days.... then your good days will start to out weigh the bad days...then you will have good days and bad moments... finally you will have good months and a bad day/moment will show up.
4. You never quit missing them. Though my mother has been gone for almost 8 years, I have days where I just want to sit down and cry because I miss her... and all of that is normal.
5. Life goes on with or without you... and them. Keep going on with your life. Get up every morning, take a shower and do something productive. Keep moving! Keep going! Keep progressing! Yes, you will still hurt but that is okay. It is no gaurantee that you will immediatly feel "cured" but you will start to heal.
6. Don't be afraid to ask for help. Grief counseling is an incredible tool to help.
7. Traditions are incredible healing tool! Every year on the anniversary of my mothers passing, I take a mental health day. On this day, I take the day off. I have no kids, no husband, no nothing! I go and get my hair done, I go shopping, I go and have dinner with my aunt. I take the day to play! I spend the day doing what my mother would have wanted me to do. I celebrate my mother in my own special way. I suggested to LJ to make a tradition where she and the kids come to AR's grave on his birthday and have a picnic. That way they can talk about him and tell all the fun stories that AR had.
8. The first are always the hardest. The first holidays and celebrations are the hardest. They get easier but sometimes, 8 years later I still have a harder time with some holidays than the year before.
9. Just because the one you loved is gone doesn't mean that you deserve to be unhappy. You deserve every happiness in the world. Laugh and remember the good.
10. Lean on your faith, turn to your God. Even when it feels like it has failed you, it really hasn't. Even when you feel like God hates you... he really doesn't.
This is My Grief Observed.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Thoughts from the Pot
My mother taught me to share but there are certain things in life that one shouldn't share.
Like the flu... or and an STD.
Like the flu... or and an STD.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
I (heart)...
I started this blog to share with all of you those wonderful and fabulous things in my life that I really couldn't share on my family blog. (can you tell how fabulous and wonderful my life is?!?) So today, I am going to share with you just a smackeral of Honey.
I heart... Baseball
Yes, I love Baseball!! It is my most favorite sport and my favorite team is the Oakland A's. I saw my first major league ball game when I was 9 years old. My grandmother took me to see the Oakland A's play against the Minnesota Twins at O.co Coliseum. I got to see Jose Conseco, Mark McGwire and Walt Weiss play.
I heart.... Rudolph Valentino
How can you not love this man??? or this man???
Harry Connick Jr.! (or as Hotstuff calls him "my boyfriend") I heart Harry too!
I heart... Starbucks
I grew up in the Great Northwest where coffee is a staple. I have made the trip to Mecca and have visited the very first Starbucks in Seattles Pike Place Market twice now.
I heart... Baseball
Yes, I love Baseball!! It is my most favorite sport and my favorite team is the Oakland A's. I saw my first major league ball game when I was 9 years old. My grandmother took me to see the Oakland A's play against the Minnesota Twins at O.co Coliseum. I got to see Jose Conseco, Mark McGwire and Walt Weiss play.I heart.... Rudolph Valentino
How can you not love this man??? or this man???
Harry Connick Jr.! (or as Hotstuff calls him "my boyfriend") I heart Harry too! I remember learning about Rudolph Valentino in school. I remembered the photos of the throngs of women mourning the loss of thier Latin Lover. So one day I found Valentino's signature film The Sheik and decided to see what the fuss was all about. It was the first silent film I had ever watched and I loved it! It is hard to tell someone why I love Rudolph Valentino unless they watch one of his movies themselves. My most favorite Valentino movie is Beyond the Rocks. Sadly enough, I probably would have probably been one of those women lining the streets, dressed in black and sobbing at the loss of my beloved Rudy.
I heart... Harry Connick Jr.
He can sing, dance and act. The fact that he is incredibly yummy doesn't hurt. He paved the way for Michael Buble and kept the sound of Jazz alive. My favorite song by him is Between Us. He is also a hero for many in New Orleans for the work he has done to help save lives and rebuild his hometown.
I Heart Cars...
Yes! I will admit it that I am a car freak. One of my favorite movies of all time is Gone in 60 Seconds. I love Transformers, not for the the Transformers but for the cars! During the opening scene of Quantum of Solace, I swear on all that is good, I cried as Daniel Craig destroyed his Astin Martin.
What can I say.... I am a car freak!
I heart... Starbucks
I grew up in the Great Northwest where coffee is a staple. I have made the trip to Mecca and have visited the very first Starbucks in Seattles Pike Place Market twice now.I heart... Shoes
I love shoes! I am not sure how many pairs of shoes I own. I lost count after 32 pairs from the last time I counted my shoes and that was a few months ago. I have since gained a few more pairs of shoes. Oddily enough, I love going barefoot in the summer. Why do I heart shoes? The answer is simple enough... there is a reason and a party for every pair and you don't ever need a reason to party.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Reading is FUndamental
With my pathetic total of a whole 5 books read last year, I decided to challenge myself this year. I love to read and when I start there is no stopping. So I have set my goal to read 40 books this year. So far, I have read 19! *almost 1/2 way there and am currently reading another book right now.
For Mother's Day, Hotstuff and the kids got me a Kindle and I love it!!!!!!! It is light weight, I don't have to change out my purse constantly to fit my book and features on it are great. I resisted to the idea of an electronic device that contained books at first. I honestly afraid to get one because I thought I would be losing so much. One of my most favorite smells in the whole world is the smell of a new book. You know that smell! the smell of paper and the further toward the spine the more potent the smell is. My Kindle will never have that smell. I was afraid that I would not be able to lose my self in my electronic screen the way I do on paper.
Finally, one night I was lying in bed reading. I had just finished another book and was ready to start on another. I hate the awkardness that comes when trying to hold your book and lie comfortably in bed. I gave in and pulled out my Kindle, loaded my book and read so much more comfortably in bed. Yes, I lost a bit with my kindle; the paper, the smell but I was still able to get lost in the words and pages of the story.
In the many books that I have read so far, here are my six favorites.
Yellow Star by Jennifer Roy
I took Miss May to the library and found this book in the Jr. section of the library. I picked it up and thumbed through and noticed that is was written in poetic form. I checked it out and took it home.
It is the true story of Syvia. A jewish girl during World War II. In 1940, at the age of 4 1/2 she and her family are sent to live in the ghetto of Lodz, Poland. In the begining, 270,000 Jews were banished to this ghetto. In 1945, the Jews were freed from the ghetto and only 800 remained; 12 of them were children.
My heart ached reading this story. This young girl was hidden from the Nazis as they rounded up the Jewish children and took them to the concentration camps to be killed. I loved that the story was written in poetry form. I spoke volumes more... I felt as if I was there with this girl, in the ghetto, in the hole, in the cellar, in the warehouse. She had to learn to be still, to be brave and to trust her family.
My favorite quote from this whole book comes from something her father said to her. "We must honor our differences while we find our own and our own strength the best we know how."
The Book Theif by Markus Zusak
I was told about this book by my boss and was intrigued. A year later, I found this book at the library and checked it out. The story is about a young german orphan named Liesle. In the very begining she is sent to live with a foster family. The story takes place during World War II. Liesle cannot read when she arrives but her foster papa teaches her everynight. Through everything that Liesl and her family experience, Liesl finds strength in the words that she learns.
What sucked me into this story, is that it is not told from the point of view of Liesl, but it is Death himself telling the story. He recounts the images of Liesl and those around her.
Death makes the comment: "500 souls. I carried them on my fingers.... It was only the children I carried in my arms."
I loved how Death told Liesl's story! In the end I cried like a baby but I love this book. This is a must read!!!
Abadon by Meg Cabot
I have found a love for YA novels. I don' t have to put my brain filters on and I can enjoy more. The problem is..... I feel like I am reading the same story over and over and over again. You know the one.... Boy meets girl, girl has a insane attraction to him.... boy is some weird freak... boy saves girl and boy and girl fall in love. (Sorry, I just totally gave away the story of Twilight). So I jumped onto Goodreads.com and joined their fabulous site. I came across this book and was intrigued and thougt to give it a try before I completely give up on the YA all together.
I LOVED IT!!!!!!! Meg Cabot is an incredible writer. I have seen many of her books before and never was interested in them. This is a boy meets girl... boy is some weird freak... but girl isn't falling in love. The base of this story comes from my favorite Greek Myth. If I tell you which one then that will ruin it for you. The way Meg Cabot writes, I found myself having to pay better attention to the things happening in the story because the main character Pierce, would have flashbacks and many times they would happen too quickly. Great story, great writing and I want more!!! PLEASE WRITE FASTER MISS CABOT!!
The Hunger Games Trilogy By Suzanne Collins
I devoured this series! The great thing about showing up late to the dance is that you don't have to wait for the next book. The story is set in Panem (North America) in the distant future. The people of the Panem are divided into 12 districts and in order for each district to have enough supplies and food for the year, each district is to provide on girl and one boy for the Hunger Games. These 24 children, ages 12-17, are thrown into an arena for all to see. Cameras and microphones are everywhere, everything is recorded and nothing is sacred. The end goal is to be the only one left alive, these children are sent to fight to the death. As morbid and horrible as it sounds, there is still innocence. I got to the end of the books hated it! I was so mad at the way it ended. I put it away and the next morning woke up realizing that the end was what I loved about it. It was real.
The stories are written in first person as the story is happening.
The first book is being made into movie right now. Can't say that I am super excited about it because I am more nervous than anything. No matter what, the books will always be better than the movie.
There they are my 6 favorites so far this year.... still looking for more books to make my goal. What are your favorites?? any other great books to read???
For Mother's Day, Hotstuff and the kids got me a Kindle and I love it!!!!!!! It is light weight, I don't have to change out my purse constantly to fit my book and features on it are great. I resisted to the idea of an electronic device that contained books at first. I honestly afraid to get one because I thought I would be losing so much. One of my most favorite smells in the whole world is the smell of a new book. You know that smell! the smell of paper and the further toward the spine the more potent the smell is. My Kindle will never have that smell. I was afraid that I would not be able to lose my self in my electronic screen the way I do on paper.
Finally, one night I was lying in bed reading. I had just finished another book and was ready to start on another. I hate the awkardness that comes when trying to hold your book and lie comfortably in bed. I gave in and pulled out my Kindle, loaded my book and read so much more comfortably in bed. Yes, I lost a bit with my kindle; the paper, the smell but I was still able to get lost in the words and pages of the story.
In the many books that I have read so far, here are my six favorites.
Yellow Star by Jennifer Roy I took Miss May to the library and found this book in the Jr. section of the library. I picked it up and thumbed through and noticed that is was written in poetic form. I checked it out and took it home.
It is the true story of Syvia. A jewish girl during World War II. In 1940, at the age of 4 1/2 she and her family are sent to live in the ghetto of Lodz, Poland. In the begining, 270,000 Jews were banished to this ghetto. In 1945, the Jews were freed from the ghetto and only 800 remained; 12 of them were children.
My heart ached reading this story. This young girl was hidden from the Nazis as they rounded up the Jewish children and took them to the concentration camps to be killed. I loved that the story was written in poetry form. I spoke volumes more... I felt as if I was there with this girl, in the ghetto, in the hole, in the cellar, in the warehouse. She had to learn to be still, to be brave and to trust her family.
My favorite quote from this whole book comes from something her father said to her. "We must honor our differences while we find our own and our own strength the best we know how."
The Book Theif by Markus Zusak
I was told about this book by my boss and was intrigued. A year later, I found this book at the library and checked it out. The story is about a young german orphan named Liesle. In the very begining she is sent to live with a foster family. The story takes place during World War II. Liesle cannot read when she arrives but her foster papa teaches her everynight. Through everything that Liesl and her family experience, Liesl finds strength in the words that she learns.
What sucked me into this story, is that it is not told from the point of view of Liesl, but it is Death himself telling the story. He recounts the images of Liesl and those around her.
Death makes the comment: "500 souls. I carried them on my fingers.... It was only the children I carried in my arms."
I loved how Death told Liesl's story! In the end I cried like a baby but I love this book. This is a must read!!!
Abadon by Meg Cabot
I have found a love for YA novels. I don' t have to put my brain filters on and I can enjoy more. The problem is..... I feel like I am reading the same story over and over and over again. You know the one.... Boy meets girl, girl has a insane attraction to him.... boy is some weird freak... boy saves girl and boy and girl fall in love. (Sorry, I just totally gave away the story of Twilight). So I jumped onto Goodreads.com and joined their fabulous site. I came across this book and was intrigued and thougt to give it a try before I completely give up on the YA all together.
I LOVED IT!!!!!!! Meg Cabot is an incredible writer. I have seen many of her books before and never was interested in them. This is a boy meets girl... boy is some weird freak... but girl isn't falling in love. The base of this story comes from my favorite Greek Myth. If I tell you which one then that will ruin it for you. The way Meg Cabot writes, I found myself having to pay better attention to the things happening in the story because the main character Pierce, would have flashbacks and many times they would happen too quickly. Great story, great writing and I want more!!! PLEASE WRITE FASTER MISS CABOT!!
The Hunger Games Trilogy By Suzanne Collins
I devoured this series! The great thing about showing up late to the dance is that you don't have to wait for the next book. The story is set in Panem (North America) in the distant future. The people of the Panem are divided into 12 districts and in order for each district to have enough supplies and food for the year, each district is to provide on girl and one boy for the Hunger Games. These 24 children, ages 12-17, are thrown into an arena for all to see. Cameras and microphones are everywhere, everything is recorded and nothing is sacred. The end goal is to be the only one left alive, these children are sent to fight to the death. As morbid and horrible as it sounds, there is still innocence. I got to the end of the books hated it! I was so mad at the way it ended. I put it away and the next morning woke up realizing that the end was what I loved about it. It was real.
The stories are written in first person as the story is happening.
The first book is being made into movie right now. Can't say that I am super excited about it because I am more nervous than anything. No matter what, the books will always be better than the movie.
There they are my 6 favorites so far this year.... still looking for more books to make my goal. What are your favorites?? any other great books to read???
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Something wicked this way comes and there's an App for that
Check out these photos I was sent the other day! 
Pretty cool huh! These were taken at the hospital that I work at. One of the nurses sisters took the photo and it was sent to me by one of my coworkers.
It's a FAKE!!!!
Yep! Sadly enough, there is an app for that!
For the last week it has been passed around to some of us at the hospital. I really did think that is was real at first. Why? Well, I work at a hospital first of all. There are a lot of souls coming in and a lot souls going out. In the fall, one of my coworkers told me about her brother in law who is a security guard at the same hospital. He had relayed to her an experience where he saw a little girl in a long dress walking the halls late one night. He has chased after her because he thought she was lost. He lost her and couldn't find where she went. He and the other security guards looked on the video tape to see if they could find where she disappeared off to and all they saw was him walking the halls talking to himself.
One of the other nurses I worked with told me that when she worked on the transitional care unit she had had patients that would talk about a little girl dressed in long white dress within a couple of days before that had passed away.
Personally, I have seen spirits in the hospital and have had my own personal encounters with them.
So I posted the picture on facebook on the wall of Ghost Adventures Show and asked them to debunk it. They didn't but about 24 hours after I posted it, it was debunked by a fan of the show. Apple/GDE Films, LLC has created an app that you can add ghosts to your pictures. One commenter went on a rant because this same little girl has been used over and over again many times in other photos. Now that I know it is a fake, I want some one to tell me what how it was created to be a fake.
I once read the statement: Have you ever noticed now that everyone has a home video camera there are no more UFO sightings?
My deepest apologies to all that were fooled by this picture.
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