I get this question a lot it seems, and I'm not sure why. What is is about romance novels that make those who do not read them, question me as to why I read them? Is it because they contain *gasp* sex? they whisper. Am I trying to escape from something? they ask knowingly. No, actually I'm not, thanks. Are they serious? These lovely people cannot fathom why I want to read "smut". It's as if they don't consider it literature, and so I quickly tell them that many, if not most romance novels are very well written, and the stories are full of romance, angst, history, fabulous plot lines, and yes, sex. That always gets an eyebrow raise! Usually these conversations are funny, and it ends with me recommending an author for them to start out with if they're interesting in taking the plunge. I have no idea if they actually read the book I recommend, but I've done my part for the good of the genre. I remember when I first began getting...
...my baby girl Caris was born. Many of you know the struggles we went through to have a baby. I was practically into my seventh month of pregnancy before I dared to buy anything for her for fear of jinxing everything. Her birth is a blur for me, as I was very sick and sadly don’t remember much from that time. The prominent memories are those of worry because she was so tiny, and that she wasn’t warm enough, or eating enough. I was worried about the heart murmur that kept her from being immediately released, and most of all, I was scared to death that I wouldn't know what to do when we got her home. That notion was tested a few times in the middle of the next several nights, but lo and behold, she has made it to two years without too many issues. Experienced moms will tell you all those thoughts are normal and will never cease, and indeed today I am still worried about those same things. However, now I’ve added her falling down the baseme...
So I'm getting closer to graduation...next year in fact. I'll know more about exactly when after I meet with my advisor in a few weeks. My wish for a graduation gift is a trip to England and Wales. It's been my wish for quite a while, actually, but I think it's a great graduation gift to myself. Geesh, that sounds narcissistic! Regardless, it's what I want for graduation, and after all these months of my nose in a book that's not of my choosing, I think it's a fair request! ;) Really, we've been trying to go forever now. I've lost count of how many time we've actually started to make plans, look at dates, etc., only for something to come up and completely wipe out the idea. Needless to say I've not been amused at those turns of events. Until then, I've decided to start my England 2012 bank account. Monday I will go to the bank and start an account. I have no idea when I'll have any extra money to dump in there, but I...
I said I wasn't going to post or blog about it, and I'm not. This could be about any situation. I love being purposely vague!
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