Monthly Archives: August 2012
I would like to thank the very lovely Dear Ms. Migraine for nominating me for a Sunshine Award. It has taken me some time to get around to this, but here goes:
1. If you are nominated, you must blog a post linking back to the person/blog that nominated you.
2. You must answer some questions, nominate ten fellow bloggers and link their blogs to the post!
3. You should comment on your nominees’ blogs to let them know you’ve nominated them.
So, here are the questions:
1. Who is your favorite philosopher?
I don’t honestly have one, haven’t studied it to have a favorite :0(
2. What is your favorite number?
3. What is your favorite animal?
4. What are your Facebook and Twitter URLs?
5. What is your favorite time of the day?
I like mid-morning best, since I am usually rip roaring ready to go.
6. What was your favorite vacation?
A toss up between my first cruise in 2011 (I sang karaoke and survived a pretty rough ride) and a trip in 2003 to Las vegas (I stayed at the Paris and had a blast, except for getting a sinus infection on the trip home).
7. What is your favorite physical activity?
I love to dance.
8. What is your favorite non-alcoholic drink?
9. What is your favorite flower?
10. What is your passion?
Writing, reading, family, friends . . . I like to think I have a lot of passion in me.
Here are my nominees:
Hum, where to start . . .
1. I am scared of being alone in the house at night. Somehow a serial killer is lurking always lurking around those times ready to kill me.
2. I have been to only to concerts in my life, and have no plans to attend any, ever again.
3. I attended the circus for my first and last time when I was seven.
4. I never snuck out of the house as a teenager.
5. I am deathly afraid of all bugs except ants, I don’t even like ladybugs!
6. I have triplet nieces and nephew.
7. I always wanted to join my HS dance team, but never had the guts to try out.
Beautiful Blogger Nomination:
krissyandthecity was nominated for the Beautiful Blogger award! Thank you!
Here are the rules:
Copy the Beautiful Blogger Award logo and post it in your post.
Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog.
Tell all of us seven things about yourself.
Nominate seven other bloggers and comment on their page to let them know.
Here are my seven nominees:
I tend to be one of those people who like to solve problems, and I am quite stubborn about it. Whatever the problem, computer problem, life problem, work problem, I want a solution! The only real problem is I don’t think I tend to let others help me as often as I should, or even seek or take the help of others. I feel more than willing to ofter my help when I can, and in any way I can, but for some reason can’t take the same from others. If it’s some computer problem, I don’t want anyone else to deal with it, let me handle it. Life problems, I just don’t sometimes want to share, and if I do unload my problem, I still think I gotta take care of this. That fact probably makes dealing with things more difficult than it should be. Letting someone help, wanting someone’s help isn’t a sign of weakness, I know I shouldn’t see it as such, but it isn’t that easy for me to give in and seek out someone. It is just something I think I will have to learn to get over. It’s what having people in your life is for, to be there in good and bad, and to help when you need it.
I am a life-long migraine
sufferer survivor. At the ripe old age of seven I began being plagued by these nasty, evil, things called migraines. When my mom took me to the doctor and he said migraine, it was surprising, but my grandmother suffered from them so I hadn’t escaped a hereditary predisposition and have had to live with it as part of my life. It cost me more than my share of fun times in my youth. I missed a recital when I got sick after dress rehearsal that morning. I had gone to the rehearsal feeling okay in the morning, and then was hit by the pain, nausea and everything else and had to miss the show that night. I went with a friend and her family to Adventure Island, a Florida waterpark and it turned into a miserable day when I ended up with a migraine. A field trip in the 5th Grade ended badly when a migraine hit me at the end of the day. I started to be aware that days could often be ruined by migraine misery. I grew to manage it better and fortunately they weren’t coming as frequently. However in 2004 I started new symptoms and now suffer from migraine aura as well. This is basically a visual migraine that disturbs my day for about a half hour or so, where I am forced into a dark room as I wait for the kaleidoscope and tunnel vision to disappear. Again, it is about rolling with the punches life has thrown my way. I will say unless someone has suffered a migraine, it might be hard for others to sympathize with. It goes beyond a headache, and it is truly a miserable condition.
I would love to hear other stories from migraine survivors, and how it fits into your life.
Having never read historical fiction before, and not being a fan of this particular period of history, I wasn’t sure how much I would enjoy this novel. Elizabeth Woodville, maternal grandmother to Henry VIII, is the main focus of this novel about the War of the Roses. She is a widow with two young sons who was looking to cast her lot higher, and ends up married to King Edward IV, having ten children with him, and being a part of some major events in English history. I wasn’t to familiar with her story, so I didn’t really have much to critique when it came to historical accuracy. I will say this is an interesting story, full of intrigue, manipulation, and made this historical period a bit more interesting for me to digest. I had seen a movie adaptation of The Other Boleyn Girl, another of this author’s novels, and did expect there to be that same element of grandiose drama, which this novel definitely contains. Remember with historical fiction to take things with a grain of salt, besides any biographical facts about the historical figures, because this isn’t written as a biography, but as a novel. I did have fun reading it, and it did encourage me to seek out a little bit of information about this time period and the people in the novel, which isn’t a bad accomplishment for a story about history and those who shaped it.
In this fast-paced psychological thriller Catherine “Cathy” Bailey is a single girl, enjoying her life and time with her friends while she looks for her Prince Charming. On Halloween she meets the gorgeous, and seeming perfect Lee Brightman. However, it quickly turns into a tale of obsessive love and an abusive relationship. Catherine begins to feel there is something not right with the mysterious Lee. He has a job that keeps him away and that he can’t talk about, showing up at her home one night injured. Her friends don’t see it, and think she is crazy for not being grateful for the great “catch” she has in Lee . . . flash forward four years and Cathrine, now “Cathy” is battered, broken, and ill. Suffering from OCD and PTSD, she is not the same carefree single girl looking for love she once was. Checking her locks and windows compulsively, living in almost utter seclusion except for going to work, her life is not her own. Cathy is struggling to keep her sanity as she discovers Lee is set to be released soon, and she fears he is looking for her.
This was an intense read, that kept me, pardon the phrase, on the edge of my seat. The story shifts chapter to chapter between two timelines. In one there is Catherine’s relationship with Lee that starts with a simple Halloween outing and turns shockingly sinister. The second is the paranoid, broken Cathy as she struggles for normalcy. Somehow the two timelines blend well, and didn’t jar my concentration as much as I thought they would. Both follow a journey that is shocking, gripping, and suspenseful. I could truly sense the dread and shift in Catherine as she endured a violent and painful relationship with Lee, becoming who she was in the second timeline. In the end it was how she would survive that was the experience I found most intriguing, somehow finding her way back to the old Catherine to fight for her sanity and her very life. I will say I was a bit shocked by the ending, but satisfied nonetheless with the journey this thriller, and suspense novel took me on.
Having been fighting this respiratory thing the last few days I am finding I am also being plagued by strange dreams. Not scary in that horror movie kind of way, scary in the what in the world was that kind of way. About three times just this past night I was awoken by some oddity in my dreams. Remembering dreams isn’t unusual for me, but it seems when I’m not feeling well dreams become more vivid and more surreal. As if being sick wasn’t enough to make the night rough, I have to deal with the odd in my dreams, really not fair.
Is it just me, or does anyone else experience this strange phenomenon when they are sick?