I woke-up Saturday morning feeling good. I fed the Max Man, checked my email and decided to what’s happening on Twitter. Instantly, my face fell and my heart gasped in pain. I could not compute the scenes of violence coming out of Charlottesville of handsome, young white men with tiki lights blazing as they screamed hateful epithets. Had I gone back in time?
This month something became very clear to me: I am fussy. And inconsistent. Like what bothers me horribly with one book doesn’t bother me in another book. I blame my mood. 😀 I am also much more forgiving when a story engrosses me completely. Flaws get overlooked and ignored but when a story drags or I really, really, REALLY hate a character, every plot hole aggravates me terribly. So yeah, I am persnickety and hypocritical and maybe a tad whiny. And I don’t care. All I care about is good books!
Sorry for my extended absence, but I needed a mini-break, so I took one! 😀 But I’m back! And talking about one of my all-time favorite authors and book series: Harry Potter. It’s been a big year for HP fans as we celebrated 20 years of Harry Potter magic on June 26 and both HP and J.K. celebrated their birthdays on July 31. The later HP books were released at the end of July to coordinate with HP’s birthday but with my big ego, I always claimed she did it as a birthday present to me. 😀
It’s my birthday and I’ll eat cake if I want to … cake if I want to. Because you would eat cake if it was your birthday too! Yup, that’s my story (or song) and I’m sticking to it. Cake probably shouldn’t be on the menus since I’m trying to lose weight and cutting back on my carb intake but … it’s my birthday! Just be glad I’m writing this versus singing to you. I am not American Idol material; I’m more bad karaoke material. 😀
Yup, it’s that time again. Tanya turns another year older this week (technically on Thursday) and I feel a tad nostalgic, a little wiser and a bit more achy than I care to admit. Listen, people: This getting old thing is serious, serious business. It’s not for the faint of heart or weak of knees. My knees ain’t weak but they do creak, nor is my heart faint, although it does burn more frequently than it did previously. 😀
I’m smart. Not Mensa smart but smart. However, there are some things in this world that I don’t understand. Perhaps, it’s supposed to be that way. You know, one of life’s great mysteries because we’d be bored if we knew all the answers. Maybe that holds true in some instances but honestly, I think life is simply weird. Or maybe it’s just me.