May 30, 2009
20) How To Break a Terrorist ("Matthew Alexander")
Meh. That's really all I have to say about this book.
19) State of the Union (Brad Thor)
AirForceWife introduced me to Brad Thor, and I mean that both figuratively and literally. She and I went to his book signing, and since she already knew him from her SpouseBUZZ Radio interview, she and ol' Brad were like BFF. I think he's in her five. Anyway, my true desire is to read The Last Patriot, but I decided not to start at the end of the series, so I began at the beginning. This was book three, which was as action-packed as the previous two, so now it's three more books until I can get to all the fatwa-goodness of The Last Patriot!
18) The Black Swan (Nassim Nicholas Taleb)
This book had been on the card for a long time, but David Boxenhorn finally prompted me to read it. I found many fascinating new ways of looking at success. The more statistics-heavy parts of the book were a tad rougher for me to grasp: seeing as I don't measure anything in my own daily life against the Gaussian bell curve, I had a hard time truly grokking the superiority of the Mandelbrotian. But the first half of the book was definitely worth reading. Although the implication -- that success is quite often due to dumb luck -- is disquieting.
17) Bonk (Mary Roach)
I have read several books in the past two years about sex and fertility in the hopes of learning something new that would give me one more piece of the puzzle as to why things weren't working out for us. I thought this was just another book like the others I'd read, but it completely wasn't. I loved this book. It reminded me of Assassination Vacation (without the Bush derangement) or a Bill Bryson book, only about the history of sex. It was laugh-out-loud funny in places. If you like Bill Bryson, you'd like this book.
16) Hard Green (Peter Huber)
This book contained some good examples of why the "green" movement isn't actually that much greener. I will have to use some of them on my eco-friend.
15) Is Your Body Baby Friendly? (Alan E. Beer)
I started this right after the third miscarriage; it was a gift from CVG. It freaked me out pretty bad: it's a book about the theory that most miscarriages are caused by your immune system, and since my mother has Lupus, I was convinced that this was my problem. Turns out it wasn't, but the book was informative and worthwhile nonetheless.
14) Survivor (Chuck Palahniuk)
I had heard that this book wasn't as good as his others, but I still liked it just as well. (But I like everything: the third Matrix movie, The Lady In The Water, etc. I am pretty easy to please is something is sufficiently weird.) And I always love how Palahniuk describes minutia so vividly in the middle of big action, like the porn titles while Tender fights his brother or the details of the mobile homes while they're on the run. He's so good at that.
13) I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell (Tucker Max)
This book had some funny moments, but I seriously think I am too old for it. I am sure I would've thought it was funnier ten years ago. And for me, the best parts were the parts where Tucker got his comeuppance.
12) Joseph McCarthy: Reexamining the Life and Legacy of America's Most Hated Senator (Arthur Herman)
I really knew very little about the details of what happened concerning Joseph McCarthy. What I learned from this book was that "fake but accurate" didn't start with Bush's National Guard records. The press lied and distorted everything he said and all the charges against him. McCarthy was a blowhard and probably a very annoying man to be around. But his accusations were never as sensational as they were made out to be, no one ever lost his job or went to jail based on McCarthy's investigations, and above all, he was mostly right. The government was far too lax in its hiring and vetting processes. There were Communists everywhere, hardcore and "soft." McCarthy didn't deserve the bum rap he's been dealt by history.
11) The Reader (Bernhard Schlink)
For whatever reason, I thought this book was just kinda meh. I also have no idea how they turned it into a movie. And, despite the fact that I love the book Lolita, I found the story abhorrent and chilling. So, hmm.
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May 29, 2009
This week has been so busy, and I've barely been online at all. I have no idea what's been going on in the world. Did we pass the Anti-Dog-Eat-Dog legislation yet?
I'm off again today to Hill Air Force Base in Utah for another SpouseBUZZ Live event. It's another gulch convention, and I'm happy.
The lame part is that I return Sunday evening, while my husband leaves Sunday morning for another week of training. We said goodbye today until the following Saturday. It's his last week of pre-deployment training. Shortly thereafter, we go on block leave, and pretty soon the next round of deployment starts.
I am slowly figuring out the whole IVF/PGD issue. In a nutshell, my doctor told me too look into "probes." He said to call the IVF clinic and they could explain it. I called and they had no idea what he was talking about. Typical, right? The genetic counselor called and when I asked her what he meant, she just laughed. She said, "Sure, I know what that means, but why on earth did your doctor to tell you to figure this out? Isn't that his job?" Sigh. But I am finally figuring this out and trying to get our ducks in a row.
I know my problems don't amount to a hill of beans, but as Frank Drebin says, it's my hill and these are my beans.
And now AirForceWife is in my living room and I need to get moving to the airport!
May 26, 2009
As I drove to work today, I was embiggened to see that Church Suits had not in fact closed; instead, it had expanded! They had apparently bought the bigger store next door to theirs and tripled in size.
And they changed their name: Sunday Best Suits. Still smile-worthy.
I don't think this story is a metaphor for economic upturn or anything. It just makes me happy to know that if one so desired, one could still fulfill all his church suit needs here in town.
May 21, 2009
May 12, 2009
Last week, my cell phone died. White screen of death and all. I ordered a new battery, but it doesn't seem to want to hold a charge.
Last night, my husband called from training on a borrowed cell phone. Seems his phone -- a different make and model -- also mysteriously died and won't hold a charge.
Apparently our cell phones also love each other so much that his couldn't live without mine either. They didn't die on the same day, but it was close enough to make us think we put out some serious connected vibes.
And if my phone doesn't get itself charged up here soon, I may throw it into a black hole.
May 11, 2009
But I am severely glad that I didn't have to spend another minute stuck in a room with daytime television. I know these shows have viewers, and I apologize if you are one of them, but I cannot stand the talk shows that pepper the day. Moreover, I am just simply not a big fan of public TVs. I was far happier for the first quiet hour with my book and knitting than I was when she turned on that danged TV. If I had to hear any more Dr. Phil, I might've had to plead temporary insanity myself.
In other goofiness, since I get paid for a day as a juror and only was there for a short time, I will almost make as much today as I would've made for the same time at my real job. Which is in itself a tad depressing.
But no time to be depressed: I have a whole week with nothing scheduled. And I literally mean nothing.
It sounds heavenly.
May 10, 2009
AirForceDog showed up for wrasslin' and tomfoolery. He's got a few pounds and a lot more muscle on Charlie, so most fights end like this:
But Charlie gives as good as he gets. You can't imagine how disappointed I am that this photo isn't in focus:
It was a fun visit, but it made me content that we only have one dog.
We also sadly lost a pet this weekend. Our betta fish, honorifically named Bunker, passed away from old age. I had seen it coming for weeks now, and I'm glad I didn't have to help him along like I did my last fish.
He was a beautiful fish and his empty bowl makes me a little sad.
So it's Mother's Day, and it's been a little bitter for me to receive the blanket "Happy Mother's Day!"s that I have been getting at work this weekend. But I got an email today that made me feel better. It was from the de facto president of our knitting group, who is also childless.
Amen to that.
Plus, I have my own mother still, while others do not. I am grateful for that and am choosing to focus on that today.
I wrote cryptically about it when it happened, but my second miscarriage showed me what it means to be a mother. My mother was right there in the bathroom with me, holding my hand, coaching me on, and even (close your eyes, squeamish people), reaching in to pull stubborn uterine lining out for me when I panicked. She didn't ewww, she didn't rush to wash her hands, she just helped me and never made me feel like what I was having to go through was weird or gross. It was amazing. Either she would've had an excellent career as a nurse, or she was just being a mom. No one else could've filled those shoes that day. I got to see as an adult that I will always be her child and that she will always be there to help me. And that mothers clean up bodily fluids for their kids whether they are 3 or 30.
I said I had a similar reaction when my father lent me his eyeglasses. I have learned so much about parenting from my own parents in these recent years. And every year, I just want to give my parents grandchildren on Mother's and Father's Day.
Happy Mother's Day, Mama. I'm still working on getting you the biggest present of them all.
May 03, 2009
Yesterday I started joking with my husband that we have swine flu. He is caughing and snuffy, and my throat hurts like all get-out. Today, it's less funny. I had to call in sick to work and I am headed to the weekend med clinic.
I thought all that bacon we eat was supposed to inoculate us...
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