Thursday, October 20, 2011


In case you're wondering, I maintain two blogs. This one is for general stuff, but the other is for a personal journal related to my chronic illness. I do believe I may have mixed some posts up one with the other so there may be some weird stuff. In any case, please feel free to use the the list at right to find some great books to enhance your reading pleasure!

Monday, February 7, 2011

Some thoughts from last night

Skeevers: can detect good and bad by using earrings. Set in Coal Country, large population (half a million). Working at a university giving out pills to help with breathing from coal. Even filters blow out black. Must carry weapon because of those who will kill for very little. Skeevers hide their abilities. At least one can detect "helper." Live in small room with bathroom shared.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

2011 YA Reading Challenge

I forgot all about the YA Reading Challenge. I have decided to join at the "Fun" size challenge level which is to read 20 YA books between now and December 31.

1. Anyone can join. You don't need a blog to participate.  Create a post about the challenge and link your challenge post up in the linky below.

--Non-Bloggers: Post your list of books in the comment section of the wrap-up post.

2. There are four levels:

--The Mini YA Reading Challenge – Read 12 Young Adult novels.

--The "Fun Size" YA Reading Challenge – Read 20 Young Adult novels.

--The Jumbo Size YA Reading Challenge – Read 40 Young Adult novels.

--The Mega size YA Reading Challenge – Read 50+ Young Adult novels.

3. Audio, eBooks, paper, re-reads all count.

4. No need to list your books in advance. You may select books as you go. Even if you list them now, you can change the list if needed.

5. The Challenge starts on January 1, 2011 and goes until December 31, 2011.

Have fun!

Feeling Great!

So, it looks like we are going to have a snow day tomorrow (too bad they won't call it tonight), Garrett's friend David is here and is doing well, and the iPhone is coming to Verizon, what could be better? A great pork roast, plenty of hot chocolate and some fantastic books to read!

Monday, December 27, 2010

Catch Up

I haven't written anything in a while because I have been sick and in and out of the hospital. This is really the first time I have felt well enought to write. I have found a couple of writer's sites that I will be using to try to help me write stories. I have been thinking about it as I have picked up my reading again. I will probably start some writing later this week. Some of what I will be writing will be ugly, all of it may be ugly, but I want to try. Time to download some books about writing. See you in a couple of days.

Monday, September 13, 2010


My family has always gone barefooted as much of the year and the time as possible, and stocking-footed when it's too cold. I guess it comes from being a semi-farm family. The affliction is nearly universal on the Tardif side, though my Dad has always fitted in just fine. We had our milk delivered to our front door. In the winter it was always thrilling, to say the least, to run those few steps to retrieve the milk that traveled only miles to get to our table. As the Spring came on, it was so good to finally walk onto the warm driveway and the cool grass that was still crunchy to walk on. Then came the first blades of new grass that tickled everywhere. Soon the grass was tall enough and the weather warm enough that it was actually cool compared to the dirt and the pavement. And there is nothing like falling into a freshly mown lawn and watching the sky go by. As Summer rolled by, the dewy mornings ran into the frosty sunrises. And then came the long winter and the occasional thrill of snow down the boots. It wasn't always fun. There were the choke cherries that stuck to our feet and stained them. There were the star pickers that grew along the roadside that not only hurt when you stepped on them, but would attach themselves in clumps and find their way between your toes. Those aren't around anymore, but I can't figure out where they went. And there was always the various animal dung to step in. Most came from dogs, but there was the occasional cow escapee from across the river who left their mark. One time, my father stepped in dog poop as he came through the door. His reaction was to vigorously shake his foot to get rid of the offending matter. This resulted in the walls being painted and even my mother, who had to clean the mess, still laugh about that night. Personally, Peters reaction when he stepped on a magazine. The slippery sensation made him think he had found the internal ruminations of one of the cats and his dance left both Garrett and I in hysterics. All these thoughts ran through my head as I went outside and felt the warm pavement under my feet in probably one of the last moments of barefeet for this year. There is always next year to look forward and the memories of the past to reminisce about.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Late Summer Blues

This summer has by quickly. We came back from our trip and a week later our interim administrator was called away to family leave-his beautiful little Anna was born. I took over for two weeks so he could enjoy some time with his new family. Peter's dad went into the hospital and we have been going back and forth to visit him. I also played taxi driver for Garrett who was still working though Peter was at the training for the Governor's Foot Guard. Now here we are with only a week to go before school. Pop died last night. He fought hard until the end and endured an entire week with no food or water. When we left on Saturday he acknowledged that he knew who we were and that he loved us. It has been difficult today for all of us. And then Garrett goes off to campus next week. It is going to be hard coming home to an empty house. While we often did things in our own space we still knew there was someone else there. I believe he will do well on campus. I have left a message on his IPod in the form of a song by Lady Antebellum called Never Alone. It is a sweet sappy song about the fact that I will always be there for him. Something I need to make sure happens.