step by step, day by day...

I am the type of person who giggles at something that is not really funny because my head is talented enough to make pretty much anything funny. This is a blessing and a curse. My memories of church visits in childhood all blur into me hunched over into myself, trying to keep my giggles quiet enough so my brother and I don't wake my mom, sitting further down the pew.

YEAH. I am that girl. Yeah, my mom is that mom. We had to go to church, but she dozed off during the sermons. As soon as my brother's butt rattled the pew, or my shoulders shook with laughter, she was awake. And we were silenced.

But it never worked. My brain does NOT let things go. I could think of something TODAY that made me laugh in high school, and I still giggle. So last night, in biology lab, we watched a video about blood types and transfusions. The doctor being interviewed explained that most patients picked their spouse as a blood donor, since they are so close to them. However, being close to someone does NOT mean their blood type is the same as yours! I guess that wasn't common knowledge back in the '70s, when the video was produced. She said, and I quote:

"The problem with these transfusions is that the patient would die."

Um, YEAH! That sounds like quite a major problem, actually. The way she said it so matter-of-factly just cracked me up, and I laid my head on the cool stone tabletop and laughed until I cried. I took some deep, calming breaths, and slowly raised my head to watch the rest of the video. Then I pictured the lady again, and heard her again, and laughed more and more. I don't know if I can't focus on things that aren't funny, or if I have a short attention span, or I'm just really silly and immature. Either way, I like it!

Today I laughed very loudly at work when a coworker asked me to sing the Step-by-Step theme song (oldschool TGIF, anyone?!) because she couldn't remember the rhythm. Have you ever laughed very loudly in a cubicle environment? It is a very uncomfortable experience, no matter how funny you are or how much you love laughing. I could feel disapproval radiating through those carpeted-cardboard walls from all my serious coworkers. Good thing that's not like, my career or anything...

-3 As a 1930s wife, I am Very Poor (Failure) Take the test!

I am SO pleased by this!

Oh, yeah... I should be studying for my biology lab midterm tonight.

The Ruins

Can I take a moment to say I have the best roommate ever? She loves to cook. Everything she cooks is good. When I start to wash the dishes after she cooks dinner, she says "Oh leave those, I'll get to them!" (For the record, I do them anyway. I have to earn my keep...) Tonight was a night she cooked dinner. I walked in from my night class and smelled lovely, meaty smells coming from the kitchen. Then I see a DVD on the table. Is it... YES! She rented "The Ruins" for me!!! I let her watch it too...

I was pleased by it, though I initially worried it'd be a typical teen-scream movie. Thankfully the author, Scott Smith, also wrote the screenplay. It stayed true to the book as far as I can remember. I read it back in 2006 so it's not crystal clear. I know a bunch of scenes were omitted. But the plant was tastefully done, nothing was overly computer-edited, and it was very suspenseful. I recommend it. The book was still way better, but the movie is worth it.

And, I almost forgot to mention, but she brought me a handful of those plastic things Starbucks puts in your hot drinks to keep them from splashing out the hole as you drive. Now I won't have to lift up my coffee cup and pray it won't slosh as I drive over railroad tracks! Three cheers for her.

Nice to Come Home To

Nice to Come Home To by Rebecca Flowers

Read this book.
I can't even try to review it, or rave about it. Just know that I gave it 5 stars on LibraryThing. Just know that, against my better judgement, I typed and sent a fan-girl email to the author herself. Here's hoping she has an assistant screen her email, and her assistant will see my message and think it's silly, and not even worth mentioning, and Ms. Flowers will never read my raving gibberish.

And read her blog *points to link on sidebar*. It's absolutely hilarious.

Perfect sentence from the book - handpicked by me from many perfect scenes and amazingly worded paragraphs. This one just grabbed me, and squeezed my own little beating heart.

"Where probably countless others had done the same thing, their little beating hearts in their outstretched hands."

Oh my god. Perfection. Read in context, is sounds so profound. Read out of context, it sounds (I think) like a beautiful image. Being basically an emotional robot myself, I love the idea of being so open to love that you would just hold your heart out for someone else to take. Figuratively. Little beating hearts sounds so raw. And hopeful. Inspiring.

It's an excellent book. I *might* have to reconfigure my top three... Sigh. That could take all weekend.

Speaking of, Happy Fourth! I'm going to bed. My goal? Twelve hours of sleep.