One more day until Friday! Yippee! And I’m not even going to the shore like my friend, Libby!
How’s your week going? Been the usual craziness here. Had a friend whose hubby was in a bike accident. Yes, bike, not motorcycle. Read as broken clavicle, eight or so broken ribs, fractured hip AND a tear in his aorta. Then, because all that wasn’t enough, he’s gotten pneumonia! Ouch, ouch, ouch!!! I’ve been trying to help out with her kids and putting together a meal or two. Seriously, this is too much drama. Next week, I’m requesting a heavy dose of BORING. A girl can dream, right?
Speaking of dream. My hot boyfriend, Adam, is back on television along with new tv shows! You know what that means, right? DVR time! I’ve purchased wine and am trying to plan something yummy for dinner. Shrimp Scampi Pasta has been my go to but I’m thinking maybe something new…..hmm. Any ideas??
I finished another book, Mindy Kaling’s Why Not Me? After much back and forth, I’ll admit that I liked it. It was funny, irritating, honest, full of insecurity and strong female things. How’s that for a description?
I’m not really familiar with the Mindy Project nor have I ever seen “The Office”. I know, I know…..but I’ve previously explained the three DVR household in which I live. Supposedly, I’ve a responsibility to the people to go to work, take care of them, blah, blah, blah. It really interferes, sometimes! Anyway, I probably spent the first half or so being annoyed with the book because she kept referring to various people as “white”. I’m half Indian, as in from India. But, my dad was a blond-haired, blue-eyed Chicagoan (where I, too, was born). I don’t think of myself as white, or non-white, or Indian or anything else. Maybe that’s weird? I’ve a cousin who visited last year that referred to me as being white. I remember being confused and a bit annoyed by that. Why do I get a label? Any label? I’m sure this is just a me thing but I am an American, a melting pot of culture and all that. I’m checking to see if that’s a box on a form. But, back to the book. Once I got past the label thing, I found I enjoyed it. I’ve a drier sense of humor than she does and I suppose I like more linear stories but I found her honest, funny and very normal. I’ll add that, highlights for me, were her friendship with B.J. Novak and the essay written by her mentor. Good stuff. If you’ve a small person, you MUST check out Novak’s The Book With No Pictures. It’s simply the bomb!