I just got home from five days in the wilderness. I have a black fly bite on the top of my head. I thought it was a tumor, but it's itchy. Then I found a similar one behind my ear and another on my leg, so I figured, what are the odds I went to the country and got three tumours? I mean, I'm not exactly Wilderness Woman, but that's crazy.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Over at my publisher-mate Louisa McCormack's site, she's written one of the funniest blog posts I've read in months, about how people react when they find out you wrote a book. Many want to know who your publisher is, more than what the book's about. I guess they just want to make sure you're not going to say Simmons Publishing and that someone – ANYONE – other than your husband or parents thinks that it's a valid book. Fair enough. Can I really blame them? It's actually an easier question to answer than the other popular one: "What's an upside-down dog?"
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Last night, my friend Marissa and I went to see Emily Giffin at Indigo. We'd been planning it for weeks because we both LOVE her with capital letters and want her to be our BFF. As you know if you read this blog, she is my favourite. author. ever, so I couldn't wait to meet her.
When we arrive, we see the sign announcing her signing. As I am taking a picture, the Indigo manager comes over to ask if we were doing a photojournalism assignment for high school. We decide we love him. Of course, Marissa is a bit of a scandal, being pregnant and all.
But then, the Indigo manager rushes over and says "You can't stand there! You're pregnant! Come with me!" Then he whisks Marissa and me away to the FRONT ROW - where there are 5 chairs with these RESERVED signs on them!
When Emily takes questions, Marissa says she's going to ask her which of us she wants to be BFFs with. She doesn't end up asking her (because obviously Emily would want to be BFFs with both of us) but when she goes up to get her book signed, Emily asks Marissa what she's going to name her. Marissa says, "Emily." Emily says "Really?" excitedly. Marissa says, "No. Not really." Emily still signs Marissa's book. Then, she signs my book and I tell her that she inspires me to be a writer. She asks if I wrote a book and I tell her and she says she wants to read it. The Indigo Events Coordinator remembers meeting me at BookExpo and says he'll give her a copy!!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
On Tila, I think that Brittany's going to win. Even though she said she HATES needles, she got a belly button piercing to show her love for Tila.
"I know I said I HATE piercings so getting my belly button pierced would seem like it was a BIG deal, so just pretend you didn't notice that I already have my lip pierced."
"I can't be bothered to shave or wash my hair and I don't want to kiss you and I sulk a lot, but I love you, DeAnna...."
Jason is my favourite. Even though he's so sweet (He's a little like Matthew Broderick, no?) and she likes to play tonsil hockey with him and snuggle with him she's not going to pick him because he's a single dad and I think DeAnna wants a fresh start at making a family and to be the guy's only focus for a while, at least. Jeremy will be close - also a kissy-face contender, and she likes Jesse but he's too un-suitable for her, with his crazy sneakers and colourful jackets and shaggy hair. Also he's a pro snowboarder. How long is THAT going to last? Then what? Sneaker salesman? Anyway, her loins quiver for Graham, so even though he's acting like a bit of a dinkhead, she's going to choose him. At least, that's what I think. What do you think?
In the meantime, here's some things the boys need to learn. Really, all boys - on a reality show or not - could use these tips.
Labels: TV talk
Monday, June 9, 2008
I can't stop thinking about Sex and the City. Didn't it just feel like you had a DVD in, and it was episode after episode and then when it ended you thought, Oh, I'm sad, but I'll just get up, get a glass of Diet Coke and some jujubes and then pop in the next DVD only there wasn't a next DVD to pop in?
That's how it felt to me. It made me sad.
A side note: I love this Charlotte T-shirt....
Speaking of DVDs and sadness, I've been a run of tearjerkers and not at all by choice. I recently rented The Kite Runner. When it came out, I didn't want to see it because I had just finished reading A Thousand Splendid Suns (Khaled Hosseini's followup) and I felt I needed a bit of a break from Afghanistan. Of course, is there ever really a break from Afghanistan? The soldiers certainly can't say, "You know, I'd like a break from Afghanistan now. Mind if I head to Miami for a week?" or even, "I think I'd like to pop in a DVD now and have a Diet Coke and some jujubes."
We should all be so lucky.
Side note #2: I tried to find a picture of a soldier drinking Diet Coke. I couldn't find one so clearly, they aren't getting any Diet Coke. I did, however, find a Hebrew Diet Coke...
And Diet Coke with Vitamins!
Anyway, I forgot all about The Kite Runner for months until I saw a preview on another DVD and it looked so good. And it was. But it was also so sad. You know that type of sad that you just want to stop watching because it hurts so much to be so sad? That's what it was like to watch the movie. I watched it twice. The sad factor was doubled the second time around.
My PVR doesn't provide much respite from the sadness either. On TCM back in January, they had 31 days of Oscar and I taped many a classic I'd never seen. Everytime we want to watch something, we scroll through the list. They're not exactly light n' fluffy movies, so oftentimes we opt for Tila Tequila or The Paper instead...(gasp!). But every so often we watch one of the movies, and so far, I have not been disappointed. Last night we watched A River Runs Through It with a very young, post-Thelma and Louise but pre-everything-else-he's-ever-done Brad Pitt. It's author Norman Maclean's memoir - and I love a true story.
My favourite of the 31 Days of Oscar flicks so far though is On Golden Pond. Katharine Hepburn and Henry Fonda in his final film role. I think I cried for about two hours after the movie ended. Katharine Hepburn also has some excellent fashion sense. She is exactly how I want to look when I'm on the shuffleboard circuit in 50 years.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
One of my girlfriends recently asked me for a few book recommendations. She's a new mom on mat leave, and her new plan is to read for a couple of hours every day while the baby is napping. This is really two accomplishments in one: the first, that she has gotten her baby to nap for long enough to do anything and two, that she's going to attempt to do anything. I'd probably just sleep or watch TV. Anyway, I got to thinking that even though I love reading, it's hard to recommend books to friends. Just because you are friends doesn't mean you like the same sort of books. One of my other friends and I have come to a realization that although we love the same clothes, magazines and even desserts, we do not like the same kind of books. I like books that are rooted in reality. She likes ones based in fantasy and history. Whenever we have lent out a book and can't remember to whom, we know it's not each other.
I find it hard to take book recommendations from friends before I know if they like the same sort of books as I do because it's awful when they say "I just read the most amazing book. You'll love it. I'll lend it to you." And then they do. And then I hate it. And then I don't know what to say. Even though we're all allowed to have our own opinions, I always feel like I'm insulting someone.
My favourite place to get book recommendations is Amazon or Indigo. If you click on a book that you loved, it'll tell you what books other people who bought the book you loved also bought. (Got that?).
For example, if I click on Remember Me?, by Sophie Kinsella, which was one of my two favourite books so far this year, I get this list:
Love the One You're With, by Emily Giffin - which is my other favourite book this year.
Certain Girls, by Jennifer Weiner - which is the followup to Good in Bed, and which I want to read.
Baby Proof, by Emily Giffin - which I loved.
Shopaholic & Baby, by Sophie Kinsella - which I did not read because I have Shopaholic burnout.
Cocktails for Three, by Madeleine Wickham (aka Sophie Kinsella) - which I actually just BookMooched and am going to read. I actually mooched the book twice by mistake, so now I have two copies. I hope it's doubly good.
Speaking of BookMooch, someone tried to mooch Stuck in Downward Dog from me even though I didn't have it listed for mooch. I thought it was pretty ingenious though. I mean, what better source than the actual author? Which made me realize that, like Amazon and Indigo, you can also get recommendations for other books to mooch that you might like, based on the books you have already mooched. And then I thought: what if I click on my own book? I mean, I wrote it, so surely it must be a book that I would read. So what other books might I like?
But when I clicked on the Recommended List, it read like this:
Wicked Widow, by Amanda Quick
Master of Wolves, by Angela Knight
Highlander Unchained, by Monica Mccarty
Kissing Sin, by Keri Arthur.
What? Wicked widows, wolves and Scottish people? These don't sound at all like books I would read. I felt very sad like maybe I don't even understand my own book. So I went back to Indigo, typed in my novel and came up with this list:
Frenemies, by Megan Crane. I loved this book.
The Last Summer of You and Me, by Ann Brashares. Also loved this book.
Queen of Babble in the Big City, by Meg Cabot. I'm addicted to Meg's blog and have read the first in this series, but not this one.
The Men I didn't Marry: A Novel, by Janice Kaplan. I haven't read this one, though it sounds cute. The author also wrote The Botox Diaries, which sounds like a textbook for my day job.
Anwyay, I feel a bit better. So while BookMooch is great for free books, I think its recommendation list gets a little muddled simply because you can't get all books all the time and also some givers make you mooch 2 other books from their list just to make shipping worthwhile. I've found myself in this situation before. In one case, the giver was a 54-year-old man with a clear love of trains, vampires and Harlequin romances. I'm not sure why he had a Marian Keyes book on his list, but he did. As a result, I ended up with my Marian book and two Fabio covers. Then again, when I clicked on Shopaholic, it suggested The Kite Runner. Which aren't anything alike, but which I liked equally, for different reasons, seasons and moods.
So maybe Marian and Fabio do go together after all. Like PB&J. Who knows.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Have you seen the infomercial for these?
The other day, the Hubs went to the mall to renew our license plates. He came home with the Kinoki Detox Foot Pads. "The registration kiosk is beside the As Seen On TV store," was his justification.
Secretly, I was so excited to try them. I feel like anything that's Seen on TV is a scam of some sort. But I really wanted to believe these would work. I mean, who doesn't want to get the toxins sucked from the soles of their feet while they sleep?
Here's what you do. You take one sticky strip and attach the detox pad, then stick it to the sole of your foot, then repeat on the other foot. Then you put socks on so the toxins don't get all over your sheets. You wear them all night. In the morning you remove the pads. They're brown, disgusting and smelly. And so, so satisfying because you think you're pulling the toxins right out of your body.
Apparently, you're supposed to keep using the pads every other night until they're not as dark anymore (ie you're toxin-free). We used the pads for one week, until we ran out of pads. They were still turning brown.
"We must be really toxic," the Hubs said. I agreed. That must be it.
I bought another box. At the As Seen on TV store, I asked the guy behind the counter if he thought they really worked.
"For sure," he said convincingly.
"Have you tried them?"
"No, but a guy who works here swears by them. He used them for like a month."
"A month? But each box is only a two-week supply. You're supposed to be toxic-free by the end of the two weeks."
"I guess he was really toxic."
"So did the pads run clear by the end? Is that why he stopped using them?"
"Oh, I don't know."
"Aren't they supposed to run clear?"
"I'm not sure. I don't think they ever get totally clear."
"Then how do you know when you're toxin-free?"
"Um, I'm not sure..." He started to look uncomfortable, like I might not want to buy the box anymore. But he was wrong. I was determined to prove that these weren't a scam. Because really, I wanted to believe that they work.
We applied the pads every other night for another week. Still brown and smelly.
"I think we need to wet one and see what happens," the Hubs said.
But I didn't want to. Because I knew what was going to happen.
We poured water from the tap onto a fresh pad. It turned brown.
"I guess the water must be toxic," I declared.
Even so, we're still wearing the pads. We're addicted. We call them Obi Wan Kinokis because it's fun to say and they're fun to use.
I just watched this report on 20/20. They found some lead in the used pads they tested. They're not convinced it came from testers' feet, but perhaps just from their apartment floors. I'm choosing to believe the lead was just one of the toxins released into the pads from the testers' feet. Call me an optimist, but I like the pads. They make me feel good and like I'm being healthy. It's a small price to pay. I know I should stop but I can't.
Labels: Beauty Tuesday
Monday, June 2, 2008
Yesterday, the major highway that we take to go golfing was closed for the Ride For Heart event. I did not know this because at 6:30 am on a Sunday I can barely manage to put on two socks that match and brush my teeth, nevermind turn on the radio and listen to the traffic report. However, when we discovered this, we immediately tuned into AM 640 on the car stereo. Why? We can see it's closed. We can see the bikes. There are pilons blocking the on-ramp. What more do we need to know? I don't know, but I'm addicted to up to the minute reports on the ones. It was all worth it, though, because we learned, by listening, that the bikers in the event raised 3 million dollars. That's a lot of money for a morning of pedal pushing.
I was happy. Then I was sad, because I remembered I don't have a bike because the first bike I got when I came to Toronto got taken away by the city after the lock froze in the winter and then the street cleaners cleaned it off the sidewalk before I could figure out a way to gnaw off the lock and free it from the bike stand. Then my second bike was stolen from our parking garage by a very mean person. I would get a bike but walking is cheaper, and also, when it rains or is windy or I'm wearing cute shoes or have gone shopping, I have a tendency to leave my bike and take the subway home and then I forget about my bike and have to go back another day to get it. I don't think I deserve to have a bike. I'm not responsible enough. So I cannot ride a bike in bike month. But maybe I will ride my imaginary bike. Or the stationary bike at the gym. We'll see.
So anyway, on our detour we passed a church, whose sign out front read: