So, apparently, I'm that lone child in the field playing "Blind Man's Bluff" whilst all the rest of the better informed and non-blindfolded children laugh from the shade at my blundering about the field, sipping lemonade and tea cakes. (What do you mean?  That's not what you're childhood consisted of?)

Apparently, one can now pass things on through blogging...who knew?! I'm still trying to figure out my formatting :-) 

At any rate, one of the women on the blogosphere whom I admire greatly (while shamelessly rifling through her blogs for tips that I can employ in my own) sent me a note that I had been nominated for the Kreative Blogger Award!! What joy! What rapture! What does that mean?  To paraphrase, in order to accept this prestigious nomination (pronounced 'press-tij-uss' to properly convey the height of this honor) one must bare one's soul by denoting seven little known facts about myself, and then nominate another Magnificent Seven.  The best part, as Joanne noted : "there’s no monetary investment and you don’t have to send a book or a dish towel to thirty of your closest friends".  Talk about myself with no added postage fee?? Sign me up!  So here it is, kiddos; put up with hearing seven fast facts about me, then you can go off and visit the realms of seven much cooler bloggers than I!! Shall we begin? 

1.  I have a sad obsession with YA fiction.  It's my version of train wreck TV.  I'm proud to say that I've never watched an episode of The Bachelor, but I have read scores of novels...many with one word titles.  I'm not proud of it, but there it is. 
2. One of the greatest things I learned in college is that a large spoon, a (wide-mouthed) jar of peanut butter, and a 1 lb bag of M&M's is a better dinner (or lunch, or breakfast) than you will ever find in a cafeteria. 
3. I consider myself a pretty good haggler, but I'm terribly inefficient with coupons. 
4. I know the words to every song in about 7 Disney musicals, and can hold my own with many of Broadway's. 
5. I often drive at least 5 miles over the speed limit home from work.  The speed often increases in direct proportion to the Bon Jovi song to which I'm belting out at the time. 
6. I was hopeless as a cook through my collegiate years- much of what I learned was gleaned from my husband and the food network.  I <3 Barefoot Contessa.
7. I get uber pissed off when people downplay the work and talent necessary to be a stay at home mom.  I am back to being full time in the workforce, but secretly wish every day I could stay home to bake with my daughter and read stories to my son at all hours. 

So there you have it...is your life now enriched? 

On to bigger and better things!  In no particular order, here are my archetypes in the blogging world. Stop by to be transported, informed, and amused :-)

•  My Broken Fiat is written by a fantastic young woman who is daily working to live out her chosen faith, while maintaining an honest, upfront dialogue with the world in which she lives.  Gina pulls no punches, and I love seeing what she has on the table for discussion.  
• Joanne's Nuts and Bolts- Mama Jo is the phenomenal mother of one of my greatest friends.  She was a source of great encouragement to me for starting this blog...you have her to blame :-) 
• Nicholle Goodnight Photography- I am not a photographer.  If I was, I would want to be Nicholle.  Her talent oozes out of her blog, sometimes straight through my keyboard, and makes me want to go take pictures.  Alas, mine look nothing like hers.  My own children appear even MORE beautiful when captured with her magical lens.   Oh, and she's total unpretentious.  I like that about her. 
• Phew. this is harder than I thought. I'm going to have to go a bit more commercial here.  Ok. The Pioneer Woman is a source of great culinary inspiration to me.  I love her rustic, down homey recipes, and I think she'd be a lot of fun to invite over for dinner. Plus, her cookbook makes me laugh. 
• The Art of Manliness...this is one that my husband came across. He is actually a much better blog-follower than I am, but I must say, this one is really cool.  It's a treasure trove of, well, manly stuff. There are tutorials on how to build things, prizes like a straight razor shaving kit, and of course, how to use said straight razor without inflicting bodily harm. 
• Into the Wildwood- I'm switching gears here a bit, but that's ok...I'm tricky like that.   Into the Wildwood is an Art/Book/Writing/Drawing blog by a fascinating gent named Ed.   Ed and I have exchanged thoughts on books and such back and forth for a good while now. We tend to argue over methods, or book selection, and I must say that such conversation always makes me feel much smarter than I actually am.  A very peaceful blog.  I like it. So you should go see it. 
• Lastly, but certainly not leastly, Sarah Unfiltered . I'm new to this one, but I have to say, I'm a fan. SarahUnfiltered is a happy amalgamation of life, recipes, DIY, and cute babies.  Seriously, stop by, and if the cover photo doesn't make you giggle, or at least smirk, then feel free to go about your life.  Just know you'll be missing out. 

THERE! I've done it! Go forth, and blog mightily. I, on the other hand, will be going to bed.  Oh, and tag. You're it. 

                                     

Rules of Civility- Amor Towles

Ok, being once again overcome with remorse with my flippant treatment of my tiny corner of cyberspace, when so many others are being diligent, I’ll try (once again) to fill the gaping void left by my absence.  Stop snickering.

Rules of Civility

By Amor Towles

If I came back in another life as a writer, I think I want to write like Mr. Towles.  I could never aspire to anything so grandiose as Tolkien, or Tolstoy, nor could I ever have the sheer intellect necessary for greats like Clive Staples, or the gentle whimsy Mr. Dahl.  But Mr. Towles, now, he’s a fellow after my own heart; clear, incisive, witty and warm, with a bit of snark and sass to boot.  To wit: “As a quick aside, let me observe that in moments of high emotion- whether they’re triggered by anger or envy, humiliation or resentment-if the next thing you’re going to say makes you feel better, than it’s probably the wrong thing to say.”

I may need to have that particular quote ensconced on my desk…facing me, of course.

Rules of Civility was all the rage a few months back, and I heard about through one of my favorite ‘I’m-bored-find-me-a-good-sounding-book’ sites...NPR Books.   The story of a young girl trying to make good in the big city is a often a fun read, and when that story features a fun-loving roommate, a tender-hearted heartthrob and underground bars of the 1930’s, so much the better. 

Mr. Towles’ tale is told from the point of view of 25 year old Katy Kontent, and we are quickly immersed in her life…such as it is.  Katy is very bright young woman, taking advantage of every opportunity available to her in her young life.  That is to say, she is a typist in a multi-bodied secretarial pool, noted for her attention to detail, and desire to succeed.  She shares a mediocre flat with Eve, a mid-west debutante, bent on throwing off the yoke of wealth, beauty and privilege, forced upon her by birth.   Would that I were so smitten. 

“Looking at Eve asleep, I wondered what the hell was going on.  How did she end up drunk in an alley?  What happened to her shoes?  And where was Tinker?  Whatever their story, Eve was breathing easy now- for the moment forgetful, vulnerable, at peace.   It’s a purposeful irony of life, I suppose, that we never get to see ourselves in that state.  We can only pay witness to our waking reflection, which to one degree or another is always fretting or afraid.  Maybe that’s why young parents find it so beguiling to spy on their children when they’re fast asleep. “

Katy and Eve hit the town on New Year’s Eve 1938, with a strictly budgeted plan for libations which goes quickly awry.   Happily, they encounter Tinker, a debonair, suavely dressed young bachelor who is happy to help them out of their poorly budgeted evening.  The three go on to form an intricate connection, wildly different, but strongly experienced on all sides.  Their story spans only one calendar year, but it’s filled to the brim with contrasts; ten cent gin and glistening champagne, drunks on the street and dinner parties in the penthouses, true friendships and shams.   Each character bears a bit closer scrutiny, from the humble but strong Katy to the beautiful Eve, to the smartly groomed Tinker. 

Will this book change your life? Probably not.  Will it upend your view of society and redefine your entire belief system? No.  Will it fit snugly in the crook of your thumb, draw you in so you can smell the cigars and gin, and leave you with the too-oft-rare feeling of ‘wow.  That was a good book.’ ?  Yes.  Yes it will.

“Could there have been a more contrary statue to place across from one of the largest cathedrals in America? Atlas, who attempted to overthrow the gods on Olympus and was thus condemned to shoulder the celestial spheres for all eternity- the very personification of hubris and brute endurance.  While back in the shadows of St. Patrick’s was the statue’s physical and spiritual antithesis, the Pieta- in which our Savior, having already sacrificed himself to God’s will, is represented broken, emaciated, laid out on Mary’s lap.  Here they resided, two worldviews separated only by Fifth Avenue, facing off until the end of time, or the end of Manhattan, whichever came first.”