Guys, I thought this was a western. (Chalk it up to my lazy scan of the cover; I live in the west, OK, so when I see expanses of open land—nevermind that there’s a pyramid on it, and clearly some really non-western foliage happening over yonder—I just automatically assume, oh yeah, horses, outlaws, dust.)
It is not.
It is, however, one of the few books I’ve ever had to actually digest in bite-sized word pieces. Tom Robbins is brilliant in the way he strings words together, coming up with twists of nouns & swirls of adjectives that are pure comfort food to my giant word-nerd soul; because of this, however, I’ve had the roughest time just settling into that content, caught-up-in-the-story pace that I fall so easily into with other books.
Also, I’m about ¼ of the way through and still can’t really tell you what it’s about.
Except possibly red hair, a princess, Hawaii and explosives.
current guilty pleasures:
- Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team 6; it’s either (1) I’m living my wannabe-cheerleader dreams vicariously through these poor girls who have to their hair & makeup for everything or (2) deep down, I’m convinced that I’mactually working out/toning up by watching them do it.
- Related: Further convincing myself that I can dance by attempting to imitate the routines they do on the aforementioned show. I purposely avoid being near reflective surfaces when this takes place, because it’s better if I have that “ohmygod, I am so definitely good at this” image in my head than the one of what I actuallylook like parading around in my sweats & pumping my arms around.
- I’m a chronic gift card hoarder. Thus, even though I have $29 of gift card credit on Amazon.com, I’ll sit there and load up my cart (recent additions include The Worst Witch & an assortment of Francesca Lia Block novels I’ve yet to devour), get one click way from making the purchase, and then decide, dude, I can get it cheaper if I wait… so I do.
- Listening to the radio ON MY TV through our new Blu-Ray player, which is decidedly the coolest thing in our entire house. With one wave of the remote (technically, you have to also push buttons to make it work, but for purposes of contributing to how VERY MAGICAL it is… “wave” wins the verb), I can bring Slacker radio and Netflix and Pandora into my living room, and it’s basically the coolest thing ever. Even if it does take 800 years to type in names to make Pandora stations, because you have to use the number pad on the remote & the buttons are all small.
KALE CHIPS. Oh, my actual god, KALE CHIPS.
(Not my picture. I don’t think I even own a white bowl, to be totally honest with you)
Sarah-Face got me hooked on these; basically, you know the green leafy-ness that hangs out in the Zuppa Toscana soup at Olive Garden? That’s kale. (For those of you more sophisticated than I was before kale chips came into my life & already knew what kale was without needing a chain-restaurant reference, I heartily high five you)
Anyway, so you buy kale from the grocery store, wash it off, and then tear off the leaves into chip-sized pieces; you don’t want them to be too itsy, because otherwise when they cook, they just turn into these very sad, very small bits of hard-to-pick-up crispiness.
Once you’ve got the pieces torn up, toss them in a bowl with about 1 Tbsp. olive oil and a few sprinkles of salt. Arrange them on a baking pan in a single layer, then pop them in the oven at 350°F for 10 minutes. (Cooking time is subjective, p.s.; Sarah puts hers in for 30 minutes, but the first time I did that, I all but started the dear chips on fire… so start with 10, see if their crispness works for you, and work from there)
Also, I bought leggings for the first time about a week ago, and GUYS, WHY HAS NO ONE BEFORE TOLD ME HOW WONDERFUL THEY ARE
The obsession part comes in with the fact that when you add a pair of knee-highs? It’s basically like you’re wearing cozy footie pajamas that are totally acceptable to wear out into the world beyond your house. Win.
OH, & boot socks. I would be remiss to not touch on my new obsession with boot socks.
Moves Like Jagger – Maroon Five (BTW, he legitimately says “take me by the tongue,” in case you also felt like you were just hearing it wrong & may not have Googled it like I did. you’re welcome!)
Ghosts ‘n’ Stuff – deadmau5
Sexy and I Know It – LMFAO
Horizons – Puscifer; basically, my car has been subjected to their entire Conditions of My Parole album on a loop since I downloaded it a couple of weeks ago. It’s on my same love-level as Radiohead’s In Rainbows album, which basically translates to A LOT.
Can I take a quick second to have a hissy fit over how not that awesome streaming Netflix is?! I was so blinded by the idea that I could have an entire catalog of movies directly connected to my living room that I failed to realize that, oh hi, apparently that excludes 85% of the movies I actually want to watch. (I’m still pissed that The Worst Witch wasn’t streaming for Halloween, but whatever)
Because The Help made it to the dollar theater well before my hold on it at the library came in (two months and counting!), I committed the grievous sin of watching the movie before reading the book…. & loved it.
Of course, as any self-respecting movie-goer did, I despised all of Skeeter’s Stepford-Wife-contender-friends—but loved their hairs fiercely, particularly those of the extra-evil redhead.
& the way they all perfectly nailed the swoopy eye?! I tried it on Halloween and an hour into the night, I’d already smudged my handiwork off because I’m five and can’t leave my face alone.
So, in summation; kudos on your winged eyeliner, catty girls, and congrats on the hair. I still hate you, but at least you’ve got redeeming qualities.
current wish list:
That the Wal-Mart up the street sells Mrs. Meyers lavender laundry detergent now.
& the feeling of my love walking through the front door after being gone for work, home & happy & arms wide open.
& that I have the best husband ever, who’s always up for my random ideas—like this, last night:
& cozy cardigans that keep me from crystallizing in the arctic landscape that is my cube at work.
DATE NIGHT TONIGHT WITH HUSBAND, OMG.
We’re going to a new Thai/sushi place that actually understands how to decorate (which, for a restaurant here, is huge) & I’m going to eat things dipped in tempurah & likely have my chopstick skills—or lack thereof—mocked by my date.
It’s going to be blissful.
Thanksgiving—specifically the eating part, and especially the sections involving turkey, mashed potatoes and corn—is a close second.
current favorite picture: