November 7, 2005

Blogging 4 Book is LIVE! And then A SHORT list of Happinesses

Welcome to Blogging 4 Books. The Original Rules and the FAQ are hosted on The Zero Boss, because he made it up.

The short version: You blog on a chosen topic. You post a link to your blog entry in the comments below this entry. B4B closes at MIDNIGHT your time next Monday.

If you have no blog, you write the essay and cut and paste it (no attachments please) into an email to Ann Fitten (the Bloggess behind Edgy Mama) and ask her sweetly to host it for you.

Your special guest blogger this month is Heather Truett, a young minister's wife and mother who who charmingly blogs about her family, her faith and her lipgloss addiction at Madame Rubies. She will narrow the entries down to seven.

If you are one of the seven finalists, your entry will be read by author and former three question guest Megan Crane. You remember MEGAN, right? From Three Questions? She will pick first, second and third place. First place gets a signed first edition of her new book, Everyone Else's Girl in which a quintessential "good girl" discovers she may not be so good...

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And now, THE TOPIC!

Since Everyone Else's Girl is all about choices (in the same way that I am all about Darkside M&Ms OH and those LIMITED EDITITION Hershey Kisses with the cherry filling which I am absolutely not eating even though SOON you will never be able to get them anymore and WHY do I keep falling in love with weird, temporary candies that will all LEAVE ME heartbroken and betrayed with nothing between me and utter madness but stupid Halloween Mini-Twixes which I am heartily sick of but in this chocolate deprived state would probably still, yes, kill for....DEEP BREATH, and someone please pass me the Viactive Chews. THANKS.) Megan wanted you to have at LEAST two topics to choose from. SO. This month....

1) In the book, Meredith has to go back home and live with her parents again. Um, allow me to say, Yikes! So this month. spit in the face of Thomas Wolfe and write a blog entry about "going home." You can be as literal or figurative about that as you need to be.

OR

2) Meredith thinks she has to be the good girl, the good daughter, because she thinks that's how others see her-- only to learn that maybe she's the only one who sees herself that way. Write about the gap between the way people see themselves versus the way they actually are.

GO!

And now, Since I am not drinking or eating anything worth putting in a mouth (yesterday I had a LONG car trip and I like to eat in the car, so I brought and consumed and ENTIRE BAG of organic baby spinach leaves. THE WHOLE BAG. You can't really do salad dressign and DRIVE, so I made the snack more lively by adding a handful of CRAISINS. I sat in the car listening to a book on tape ate the whole ten ounce bag. That's just....insane. BUT OKAY. ANYWAY, since I am bitter about my current diet, I decided to make a short list of beautiful things have happened recently, that are making me happy!

1) I was buying wine...LOOK, just because I am not DRINKING wine doesn't mean I am not BUYING it. I am buying tons of it in a pathetic I MISS WINE retail therapy splurge. When the ban is lifted I will have so much wine in the house I will probably die of alcohol poisoning as I tear through all the bottles of Italian and Californian Pinot Grigio and Australian Shiraz blends I am amassing...ANYWAY. so I was buying some wine at this liquor store, and the guy ringing me up (Digression: His name, as GOD IS MY WITNESS, was Saint Louis -- I read his tag. And then to be SURE I asked him how he pronounced it. Just like the city. HOW COOL IS THAT? I wish MY name was Saint Louis. But it is kind of a boy name, so instead I could be named Seattle. Or Boston. SO cool. I want to be Seattle Jackson. But not Gross Pointe.) Anyway, he asked for my ID for the wine which was not notable as this place has a CHECK EVERYONE policy and ask people my MOTHER'S age for an ID. SO he asked for my ID, and then.... HE REFUSED TO BELIEVE IT WAS ME!!! He acted like I was TWENTY and trying to PULL A FAST ONE (although SHOW me a twenty year old who spends 26 bucks on a single small bottle of a RATHER decent Shiraz when they could get SO MUCH BEERS(!!!!) for the same money, and I will show you a twenty year old who has a trust fund AND is in love AND the object of affection is present at the wine buying) BUT ANYWAY. He did not believe it was me!

NOW, one of two things was going on.
1) He really thought it was a fake ID, in which case, I must have looked NICE and DEWEY that day, and I will say here a somewhat incredulous YAY because I don't think that even on my VERY BEST DAYS OF ALL I look 20. Which leaves...
2) He was PRETENDING to not believe it was me because he was MACKING on me, in which case, I STILL must have looked NICE and DEWEY (if not 20) that day, and YAY!

I should mention that Saint Louis was MAYBE 25, and a cutie. So. EITHER WAY, I will TAKE it.

2) Yesterday I drove over to Hawkinsville to do a literay even called The Write Stuff. Jackie Cooper invited me, so I went, and after a HIDEOUS beginning in which there was construction on Hwy 20 that slowed me to a crawl for fifteen miles and then some sort of accident on 75, and I ended up going 9.5 miles in an hour and fifteen minutes, NO REALLY, I had the mile counter on and I TIMED IT, I went 9.5 miles from 11 - 12:15, nervously consuming great cud-like mouthfuls of raw spinach and craisins, and that bad accident upped my drive from 2 hours and change to FOUR hours and change, (still I had a better time then whoever was in the accident. It looked very bad indeed...) but then I knew I would be LATE, and being late makes me hyperventilate and panic AND I had wanted to leave early so I rushed out and I realized in the car I had forgotten to put on deoderant and I was worried I was going to SWEAT because of the LATENESS PANIC so I was driving with the AC set so high it was 15 degrees below zero on the car etc etc etc, but, and here is the part where it all turns beautiful, thanks to a merciful God and the kindly inattention of several State Troopers that I blew by at 200 million miles an hour, I got there 4 minutes before the TALKING PART of the event started, and went out in spite of being in a state on nervous prostration and had what I felt was a good presentation, and then the bookstore that was at the event SOLD OUT OF GODS IN ALABAMA! ANd that makes two events in a row where every copy sold and the booksellers said to me OH I WISH WE HAD MORE! WE WILL GO RIGHT HOME AND ORDER MORE FOR THE STORE ANYWAY!

BAH There are at least three more HAPPY things, but I am out of time. More Joy tomorrow.

Posted by joshilyn at November 7, 2005 7:21 AM
Comments

Saint Louis was totally smitten with you. Which I understand. It's not like when I get carded and the clerk is suspicious, because there's a completely different flavor to the "But this is a picture of a young woman with beautiful hair, and YOU are OLD AND BALD" interaction....

Posted by: Mir at November 7, 2005 7:47 AM

YAY, indeed! It's been so long since I was macked on that I'm not sure I would recognize a mack if it came up and BIT me, so I'm jealous, but YAY YOU! Proof that the spinach and craisin diet is working? MAYBE SO! ;)

Posted by: Amy-GO at November 7, 2005 10:25 AM

I have forgotten what being carded felt like. Maybe I don't buy enough alcoholic beverages or defoliating mask? Oh gracious, maybe it is both.

I recently went to Arizona. It had been years. I'd planned arriving at Sky Harbor and driving to Sierra Vista. I thought, "oh, I will be viruous on the trip and eat good." So I vaccum sealed two granny smith apples. But when I got in the car I had nothing to open the pouch. The gas station (when I finally found one 100 miles later) didn't have scissors or a knife (that wasn't encrusted with oily crud.) So I had to buy a bag of vinegar salt chips for the remainder of the drive. The apples were very tasty though when I got to Sierra Vista.

So it just goes to show you can not be virtuous in a car no matter how hard to try.

Posted by: Cele at November 7, 2005 11:48 AM

I got carded about a month ago and I am 43 years old!!! I decided the same thing you did, that it must have been a blatant flirting attempt because No WAY do I look 20-something on even my best days, but still...even being thought flirt-worthy by a younger man can count as a Good Thing, yes? Too funny.

Posted by: DebR at November 7, 2005 1:07 PM

Ever few weeks Joshilyn will relate a story about how some guy somewhere (conference, signing, 7-11, etc...) might have been hitting on her. Yet every time she's surprised and doesn't recall the numerous other times it has happened.

I suppose I should be greatful. Bad things tend to happen when a woman knows she's a hottie.

Posted by: Mr. Husband at November 7, 2005 2:02 PM

I don't know how they compare to the cherry Hershey Kisses, but Andes Candies makes a cherry filled chocolate that is pretty darn good ;)

Still searching for the Dark Chocolate M&Ms....

Posted by: Angel at November 7, 2005 2:34 PM

Here's my entry

http://www.familyfunnies.blogspot.com

Posted by: Sonya at November 7, 2005 3:15 PM

Okay, why has your blog suddenly erased my personal info, so I have to actually TYPE it in when I comment? I have emphatically filled in the YES circle with my virtual pencil, so hopefully, next time I will not have to retype all my vitals in order to say, that here in Asheville, we fricking revere Thomas Wolfe, and I think I'm going to go downtown tomorrow and sit in his home (the former boarding house) and have an inspirational moment, and then write something cloying and silly about, sob, how you can NEVER go home again. Yay!

Posted by: Edgy Mama at November 7, 2005 4:03 PM

Here is my entry.
http://www.xanga.com/pattierwr/382789351/item.html

Posted by: Pattie at November 7, 2005 5:57 PM

Joshilyn

Just to let you know (and apropos of an earlier blog of yours), Joss Whedon is speaking this weekend at the Screenwriters Expo in Los Angeles. I’m attending, because I think he’s pretty much all that, same as you. I’m also attending a three-plus-hour seminar on how to write for TV offered by Tim Minear, showrunner for “Angel” and “Firefly.”

If I get a chance, I’ll tell Whedon about your offer to have his children. At which point, security likely will drag me away. But I’m a fan of both of you, and it’s righteous work to be a liaison between two great writers.

Cheers,

dana

Posted by: Dana Haynes at November 7, 2005 6:52 PM

http://tinykingdom.ivillage.com/parenting/archives/2005/11/becoming_my_mot.html

That is my entry. Is it too long to copy? If so go to http://tinykingdom.ivillage.com and click on "Embracing My Mother."

Thanks

Posted by: Anne Glamore at November 8, 2005 4:54 PM

http://datingthetoothfairy.blogspot.com/2005/11/country-road-take-me-home-to-place.html

Posted by: Sarah at November 9, 2005 12:04 PM

Hawkinsville? OMG, you were down my way! I wish I had known, I would have taken off work for a FUN day instead of going to work for NOT FUN day.

For the record, driving 75 is always hideous. Every 3 months I make the trip north to ATL and every time there is an accident that stops traffic.

Posted by: Deb at November 12, 2005 7:44 AM

On my 21st birthday, my best friend took me out for margaritas. I had, ahem, actually drank them there before but only at night when it was busy, not at lunchtime when they can actually SEE you and everything. And you know on your actual birthday you kind of WANT to get carded. So my friend, who is 11 years older than I am, SHE gets carded on MY birthday and the waitress doesn't card ME! I say "It's my birthday. Don't you want to see my ID?" "You? Oh sure, whatever." This best friend is STILL my best friend despite showing me up like that. However, at least she doesn't get carded now, 23 years later!

Posted by: Ellen at November 12, 2005 11:51 AM

Here's my entry:

http://karenmcquestion.com/write_start.htm

Thanks!

Posted by: Karen McQuestion at November 12, 2005 10:46 PM

My entry:

http://daniel.mitblogs.com/poetry/archives/2005/07/trilingual.html

Referencing an imagined trip back to my "home" that doesn't exist any more.

Posted by: Daniel Barkowitz at November 13, 2005 12:20 AM

My very first B4B entry is here:
http://goingtopieces.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-mother-my-self.html

Posted by: Diane at November 13, 2005 12:58 AM

Here's an entry from me:
http://debrichardson.blogspot.com/2005/11/b4b-place-called-home.html

Posted by: DebR at November 14, 2005 12:42 AM

My entry is here:

http://goobmom23.blogspot.com/2005/11/going-home.html

Midnight that begins Monday or midnight that ends Monday... I hope I'm not too late!

Posted by: Tracy at November 14, 2005 9:19 AM

What the heck. I just realized my post today fits, kind of:

http://edgymama.com/2005/11/my-reality-revealed.html

Posted by: Edgy Mama at November 14, 2005 2:30 PM

Here's my entry:

http://beachtreasure.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_beachtreasure_archive.html

Friday, June 03, 2005 - Why I haven't written

Posted by: Laume at November 14, 2005 8:13 PM

Here's my entry:
http://corkyscrossroads.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogging-for-books-woodlawn-avenue_14.html

Posted by: Corky at November 14, 2005 8:55 PM

I already entered, but apparently gave you a whole page of entries instead of one single entry - 'cuz I'm computer dumb that way sometimes - and so I'm gonna offer a new URL to replace the other one. Same entry, more direct route, thanks to Deb who showed me the way. Hallelujah!

http://beachtreasure.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-i-havent-written.html

Posted by: Laume at November 14, 2005 9:06 PM

http://makeme.typepad.com/make_me/2005/11/home_on_opposit.html

11:59! Made it! First Entry!

Posted by: Hilari at November 15, 2005 2:56 AM