Daily Stuff

Last night I figured out how to knit Entrelac. Yay! Go me!

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Cortland's new slogan is Why Sleep When You Can Stand! He will fall asleep when I feed him, but as soon as I put him in his bed and walk out the door he's standing up crying to be let out. I know his screams translate to say, "It's too much fun to sleep! What if I miss something? Please oh please let's play some more! I wanna walk around the coffee table again!" I wonder what he thinks my screams translate to?

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Years ago I worked in a mens clothing store with a guy that said he was allergic to the formaldehyde in ties. His hands would get tons of tiny blisters in-between his fingers and on the palms of his hands. One day he came to work with little white gloves on - the kind a housekeeper uses to check if her staff is dusting above the door frames. The manager wouldn't let him wear his gloves. He said that it looked like the guy was trying to not get cooties from the customers and it just wasn't seemly.

I have the same reaction to baby powder as glove guy had to ties. Wonder where I can get some of those gloves...

Time for a Book Review! Yay!

I've always been fascinated by fairy tales. Not the Disney, watered down version of fairy tales, but the original, twisted version of a story told to warn children - and sometimes adults - about the not so gentle wide, wide world.

~~Interrupting the book review for an impromptu movie review~~

If you haven't seen Enchanted, then go! It's like how a cartoon would actually be in real life. Oh my gosh. I laughed, I cried, I was grossed out about roaches in the bathtub. I mean, even Disney can't make roaches endearing.

Anyway, make sure you sit behind two four year old little girls in the theater because they will totally enhance the experience. They're still young enough to giggle unabashedly at the things the dippy (and incredibly handsome) (and quite stupid) prince says. Or sit next to Ciara and Carroll. Same experience. We had so much fun!

~~Back to Book Review~~

Well now I'm just too wore out to give the wonderful book the review it deserves. Poop.

The Book of Lost Things by John Conolly is wonderful. It's what I thought Pan's Labyrinth should have been - only better. So much better. This book revisits many of the fairy tales I only thought I knew. When you read this book, know that the Snow White part is my favorite.

Blah blah blah. Read this book. The middle is really good. (I can't think of what to say, so here's a picture)
The ending left me wanting more, but not in the annoying way that some books do. You know the book endings I'm talking about. The ones where the author carefully plans all of these wonderful twists and turns to a story, and you end up falling in love with the characters and then WHAM! The main character suddenly turns into a bagel and the story ends with no explanation at all. Yeah, this book doesn't do that. This book makes you want to foist it off on family and friends as Christmas presents.

Shopping

I don't love shopping. If I'm going to force myself to shop I have to be in the right mood.

We are going to my in-laws for Thanksgiving and I don't want my mother-in-law to think her son married a crazy religious nut who believes women should only be seen wearing slacks and skirts and little doilies on her head.

In 1 1/2 hours I managed to buy 5 pairs of jeans, a really cute shirt and a pair of boots. The boots were a cheer-me-up-because-I-am-shopping treat.

Pretty, new boots with pointy toes:



















I almost got these oddly appealing brown elf-like boots with the strangely turned up toes. These are not to be mistaken for boots that the totally hot Legolas would wear, but more like boots that Hermey, the disillusioned elf; who just doesn't know his place in life elf; who eats yellow snow elf, would be sporting around in Santa's kingdom. It's in the movie, promise. Not making it up.









Legolas because, well, just because.