I just finished reading The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. It was truly a rollercoaster ride. It started off just like any ride. You get, sit down and buckle up. Then the train leaves the station and starts up. Nothing really exciting about that ride up...except you know you're going to go down and that downward spiral is going to rock your WORLD!
Stieg Larsson knows how to write a story. I really was turned upside down and just thrown for loop after loop after loop then upside down and then looped all around again. When I was reading the book I had two friends that had read the book before me. I e-mailed both of them to tell them my theory of who certain characters were and what I thought would happen. I wanted to prove I was a great mystery "reader"...and I was SOOOOOOOO wrong! I must say it was great to be wrong, though.
Have you ever read a book that abruptly ended and you were left desperately wanting more? Well, that wasn't the case in this book for me! Mr. Larsson started off soft and easy and then in the middle he shook me deep...and then he softly brought me back down. It was just...great!
Before I recommend this book I feel the need to put a disclaimer out there. This book is D-A-R-K. It is like nothing I've ever read before. I think the scary part for me is that there are people out in the world, the real world that we live in that do the kind of things that are described in the book. That's DANG scary. And...even as dark and scary as some of the book was, I didn't get any nightmares! I think it was because I read the worst part of the book AND the resolution all in the same day and I didn't go to bed wondering.
I would love to talk about the book with any of you that have read it! I don't want to give too much away for those that haven't. I will tell you that I love books where girls kick ass...and a girl in this book did. And...I can't wait to read the next two books! Oh, and it really helped to picture Daniel Craig as Mikael Blomkvist...YUM!!
Do you ever watch a movie, read a book or hear a song and feel connected to it, like it is somehow strangely familiar?
Monday, September 27, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
MORE COWBELL!?
I was driving home, listening to the radio and generally happy because the day was over. As I was driving up Highland with the radio on low I recognize the tune and so I turn up the volume. It's "Crash" by Dave Matthews Band. A song that has been played so many times the number is higher than the national deficite.
As I was listening to the song and just loving life in general I was marveling that someone is creative enough to create music. I know that sounds cheesy, especially from a band nerd like me. But it's true. I was driving my Heep and marvelling at how a group of guys sat around one day or night and created a song. My mind was happily wondering about the drum beat, the guitar riff, the sax part...and then I heard something I'd never heard before. A wood block! Wha?
Seriously, who sits around and creates an awesome piece of music and says, "We need some wood block right there?" Obviously someone in DMB! Which then reminded me of the SNL skit with Christopher Walken and the "More Cowbell" skit.
Wasn't that a random thought process? Glad you could join me on that little ride...
As I was listening to the song and just loving life in general I was marveling that someone is creative enough to create music. I know that sounds cheesy, especially from a band nerd like me. But it's true. I was driving my Heep and marvelling at how a group of guys sat around one day or night and created a song. My mind was happily wondering about the drum beat, the guitar riff, the sax part...and then I heard something I'd never heard before. A wood block! Wha?
Seriously, who sits around and creates an awesome piece of music and says, "We need some wood block right there?" Obviously someone in DMB! Which then reminded me of the SNL skit with Christopher Walken and the "More Cowbell" skit.
Wasn't that a random thought process? Glad you could join me on that little ride...
He Needs to Put His Face Down In It!
Okay, so I have a problem. I laugh when you're not supposed to laugh. I'm the nervous laugher!
Recently we noticed mouse droppings in a cabinet. I told Jeff he's the "man" of the house and I think it should be his job to rid our house and cabinets of critters. He said he would go to Lowe's and buy some traps. Well, he didn't. Sunday I went to Kroger to get our weekly groceries and while I was there I picked up some glue traps for mice. We set them out last night and nothing. Tonight Jeff put a piece of cheese on it and we got a hit!
He started screaming, "I hear flopping!" I had no idea what he meant. He was in the den watching Monday Night Football while I'm in the bedroom watching Dancing with the Stars. So, he runs back here and jumps on the bed and says in the most pitiful voice, "I think we've got a mouse! He's stuck but he's not all the way on it yet. He needs to put his face down in it! I'm not a killer." Then he tells me to go look. I start laughin so hard that I can't breathe! I know it's not funny and the poor little mouse only wants some food but we don't feed those critters! I'm sending a message to his little rodent friends, "We don't like your kind, boy!"
Since starting this entry I've gone in the kitchen to look at the future dead mouse and Jeff has come back in the bedroom to inform me that he's still flopping around and that I had to get rid of it. REALLY!? All the while Hank has the cutest face. He has that perfect boxer head wrinkled up and turned sideways trying to figure out what is making the noise in the cabinet.
So, not only have I had to bring the toolbox to the marriage but the killer instinct, too? Ugh, guys...
Recently we noticed mouse droppings in a cabinet. I told Jeff he's the "man" of the house and I think it should be his job to rid our house and cabinets of critters. He said he would go to Lowe's and buy some traps. Well, he didn't. Sunday I went to Kroger to get our weekly groceries and while I was there I picked up some glue traps for mice. We set them out last night and nothing. Tonight Jeff put a piece of cheese on it and we got a hit!
He started screaming, "I hear flopping!" I had no idea what he meant. He was in the den watching Monday Night Football while I'm in the bedroom watching Dancing with the Stars. So, he runs back here and jumps on the bed and says in the most pitiful voice, "I think we've got a mouse! He's stuck but he's not all the way on it yet. He needs to put his face down in it! I'm not a killer." Then he tells me to go look. I start laughin so hard that I can't breathe! I know it's not funny and the poor little mouse only wants some food but we don't feed those critters! I'm sending a message to his little rodent friends, "We don't like your kind, boy!"
Since starting this entry I've gone in the kitchen to look at the future dead mouse and Jeff has come back in the bedroom to inform me that he's still flopping around and that I had to get rid of it. REALLY!? All the while Hank has the cutest face. He has that perfect boxer head wrinkled up and turned sideways trying to figure out what is making the noise in the cabinet.
So, not only have I had to bring the toolbox to the marriage but the killer instinct, too? Ugh, guys...
Monday, September 6, 2010
Letter to Jay-Z
Dear Jay-Z,
We've had a relationship for...12 years now. We met my freshman year of college while I was at MTSU. Like most college relationships the girl (me) was emotionally attached and the guy (you) was physically attached (to the money I spent on your CDs). We met in the car of my big sis, Misty. It was your second CD and it was love at first sound for me. You probably don't remember but I'm from a small town and we didn't have MTV, VH1, or even a local hip-hop station so I was a late bloomer in many entertainment aspects. As for my foray into the rap/hip-hop world, you were and always will be my first love. We always remember our first don't we?
As my college career changed so did the "hot new artist" but still my love for you stayed true. I will never forget a perfect spring night when I was at the Kappa Sig house practicing for All-Sing and your latest song came on "Big Pimpin"! I didn't think anyone else was wise to the new song you had dropped but low and behold there was one...a girl, THAT girl! She was Columbian. She had raven hair flowing over her shoulders and the perfect olive/tan skin that most people can only dream of. She was wearing a white sweater set from Ann Taylor and she jumped up on a picnic table on the porch of the fraternity house and she sang every word to "Big Pimpin". As soon as the song ended she hopped down and ran off to her car to meet her boyfriend and in those few moments while I watched in wonder I knew I had just witnessed my future BFF sing in perfect time and jet off in the night like a dream. I met her a short time later and for the next two years (the rest of our college careers) we were inseperable! You are part of some of my favorite college memories.
Then you started to drift on me. Towards the end of college years you met and started dating her. We won't mention names. However I do have a few comments to make about you...and her. COME ON! We all know the carpet doesn't match the drapes. She isn't fooling anyone. Don't you think it's weird that her hair color is the same color as her skin? And on a serious note, your work has suffered since you've been with her.
I found out that you were releasing a new album recently and I wanted to get it to help me get in a "New York frame of mind" for a trip I'll be taking there soon. Can you imagine my disappointment? Really? This is the new album from my favorite rapper? I hate to tell you this but it's time we broke up. I want to thank you for all the time we've had together and I want you to know that your best songs (from your single years) are on my iPod. I will always have a place for you in my heart but if you keep putting out music like you have been for the last few years then we can't have a future.
You disappointed me when you came out of retirement. I really thought that when you came back you'd be ready, raw and freaking AWESOME. Instead all I could think was I wished you had stayed there. Even Brett Farve had an awesome season when he came out of retirement (the best season of his career last year...) but you haven't created anything worthwile. Go back to retirement and look pretty.
It's been good,
Tori
We've had a relationship for...12 years now. We met my freshman year of college while I was at MTSU. Like most college relationships the girl (me) was emotionally attached and the guy (you) was physically attached (to the money I spent on your CDs). We met in the car of my big sis, Misty. It was your second CD and it was love at first sound for me. You probably don't remember but I'm from a small town and we didn't have MTV, VH1, or even a local hip-hop station so I was a late bloomer in many entertainment aspects. As for my foray into the rap/hip-hop world, you were and always will be my first love. We always remember our first don't we?
As my college career changed so did the "hot new artist" but still my love for you stayed true. I will never forget a perfect spring night when I was at the Kappa Sig house practicing for All-Sing and your latest song came on "Big Pimpin"! I didn't think anyone else was wise to the new song you had dropped but low and behold there was one...a girl, THAT girl! She was Columbian. She had raven hair flowing over her shoulders and the perfect olive/tan skin that most people can only dream of. She was wearing a white sweater set from Ann Taylor and she jumped up on a picnic table on the porch of the fraternity house and she sang every word to "Big Pimpin". As soon as the song ended she hopped down and ran off to her car to meet her boyfriend and in those few moments while I watched in wonder I knew I had just witnessed my future BFF sing in perfect time and jet off in the night like a dream. I met her a short time later and for the next two years (the rest of our college careers) we were inseperable! You are part of some of my favorite college memories.
Then you started to drift on me. Towards the end of college years you met and started dating her. We won't mention names. However I do have a few comments to make about you...and her. COME ON! We all know the carpet doesn't match the drapes. She isn't fooling anyone. Don't you think it's weird that her hair color is the same color as her skin? And on a serious note, your work has suffered since you've been with her.
I found out that you were releasing a new album recently and I wanted to get it to help me get in a "New York frame of mind" for a trip I'll be taking there soon. Can you imagine my disappointment? Really? This is the new album from my favorite rapper? I hate to tell you this but it's time we broke up. I want to thank you for all the time we've had together and I want you to know that your best songs (from your single years) are on my iPod. I will always have a place for you in my heart but if you keep putting out music like you have been for the last few years then we can't have a future.
You disappointed me when you came out of retirement. I really thought that when you came back you'd be ready, raw and freaking AWESOME. Instead all I could think was I wished you had stayed there. Even Brett Farve had an awesome season when he came out of retirement (the best season of his career last year...) but you haven't created anything worthwile. Go back to retirement and look pretty.
It's been good,
Tori
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
The Wink
Monday morning dawned like any other day. I went through my regular routine like I do every day getting ready for work. I got to work and I started my day. Just a regular day, good day...and then around 10:3o I got a random wink from a fella. It was the most perfectly delivered wink! It truly made my day. All day long I had a smile on my face. Later in the day I went to the dermatologist and he told me enjoyed seeing me because I'm always smiling and because I try to take care of my pastey, pale skin. Little did he know that earlier in the day I'd received the best wink I've had in a while.
Let me explain this to you is simplier terms...I AM EASY. E-A-S-Y! A good wink and I'm good for the whole day (ah, hmmm. Maybe a week!)! A well delivered wink is the fastest way to my...Hmmm.
Now, to all the serial winkers out there. STOP! Don't wink all the time. You've got to throw out a special, secret, "it's between you & me" wink! I swear a wink reduces me to a little girl. I want to toss my hair, or hold my hands together and giggle. I love a well delivered wink. There's something so compelling about the perfect wink. Sometimes I'll wonder, "Was that wink really for me?" And then I know that it was all mine. I will even allow that a slight nod after the perfect wink is not only acceptable but may even empasize the perfect wink.
RANDOM WINK=GOOD
SERIAL WINK=BAD
Let me explain this to you is simplier terms...I AM EASY. E-A-S-Y! A good wink and I'm good for the whole day (ah, hmmm. Maybe a week!)! A well delivered wink is the fastest way to my...Hmmm.
Now, to all the serial winkers out there. STOP! Don't wink all the time. You've got to throw out a special, secret, "it's between you & me" wink! I swear a wink reduces me to a little girl. I want to toss my hair, or hold my hands together and giggle. I love a well delivered wink. There's something so compelling about the perfect wink. Sometimes I'll wonder, "Was that wink really for me?" And then I know that it was all mine. I will even allow that a slight nod after the perfect wink is not only acceptable but may even empasize the perfect wink.
RANDOM WINK=GOOD
SERIAL WINK=BAD
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