Tag: thankful

Nov 27

First World and Thankful (Top Ten Tuesday on Wednesday)

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Salutations, my little Bookworms!

I skipped Top Ten Tuesday yesterday because as much as I love The Broke and the Bookish, the Glue Crew is where my loyalties lie. However, I didn’t want to miss an opportunity to talk about being thankful as tomorrow is THANKSGIVING and all. I’ve been reading a lot of these and they’re all really sweet. However. I wrote last week about loving my husband, and I’ve written recently about my little cousin, so you know I dig my family ties. I thought I’d take a slightly different and kind of materialistic approach and talk about some of the things I’m thankful for living in the here and now. Ready?

firstworldthankful1. Electricity: Have you ever stopped to think about how awesome electricity is? Like, really thought about it? Light and heat at your fingertips, whenever you need it. Heck yeah!

2. Central Heating and Cooling: It gets cold in Illinois. It gets hot in Illinois. I am able to pretend seasons don’t exist when I’m in my house thanks to central heating and cooling. I like to avoid both hypothermia and heatstroke, thankyouverymuch.

3. Internet Access: Without the INTERNET, I wouldn’t have this blog. Without this blog, I would be sad. Three cheers for LOLCats, animated gifs, and BOOK BLOGS!

4. Indoor Plumbing: I had some traumatic incidents in my youth with girl scout camp, latrines, and bladder control. They were just so ICKY, y’all. Flushing toilets and running water are privileges, people!

5. Microwaves: Dude. I love my microwave. I am not a fan of cooking, and reheating food should be FAST because I’m HANGRY. I love, you microwave.

6. Cars: As much as I wish I could apparate Harry Potter style, I’ve got some serious appreciation for motor vehicles. Do you have any idea how long it would take to make the 150 mile trek to my parents’ house in a covered wagon? Me neither, but I’m pretty sure it would suck.

7. The Printing Press: Hey Gutenberg! I’m your biggest fan! The dude who invented the printing press deserves mad props. Mass production of books?! Can you even imagine living before you could have books whenever you wanted them? Monks would have to copy them, and even though their handwriting was very, very fancy, it was hard to read… And expensive… And you would probably have been too busy farming turnips to notice.

8. My Kindle: I know there are some purists out there who hate the e-book, but I refuse to believe it’s the death knell of the publishing industry. I’ve purchased a LOT more books to keep on my kindle than I did with physical books. The storage space I save makes my heart happy. Plus, my Paperwhite has a glow light background so I can read in bed without keeping the Hubs awake. Love it!

9. Pants: I like a dress as much as the next girl, but I really like the fact that I can wear pants whenever I darn well please. I know there are some hardcore religions that don’t get down with ladies wearing pants, and while I respect that, I’m glad it’s not me. Like I said. Pants rule. (Oh, ladies. If you’re stuck in a pantsless religion and you really want some pants? Give me a call. I’ll hook you up. PANTS!)

10. YOU. I know, I know. I said I wasn’t going to get mushy, but it’s true. I’m so thankful for my little contingent of readers and the blogging community that has embraced me (book blogging and just regular ole’ blogging) my little heart could burst. Thank you for being the very best EVER!

Now what I really need is your HONEST opinion, Bookworms. Who wore it best? Me, or my neighbor Simon? Happy Thanksgiving!





Nov 20

Top Ten Tuesday: With A Twist

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Hi there, Bookworms! It’s time for another Top Ten Tuesday with The Broke and the Bookish. This week’s topic is books that we’re thankful for. However… That’s a little “done.” I mean, my facebook feed has been blowing up with thankful posts this month. So. I’ve decided to talk about books that make me think of FOOD. Thanksgiving is not ONLY about about being thankful for what you have. It’s also about eating a lot. Wahoo gluttony! In that spirit, I’m going to list out the top ten books that make me want to eat too much. Ready? Excellent.

1. Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg. I want to eat at the Whistle Stop Cafe really, really badly. Even if it requires the bending of the time-space continuum and, um fiction to become reality. I want all of that delicious southern fried goodness to get in my belly!

2. Bridget Jones’s Diary by Helen Fielding. I don’t mean to say that I crave whatever Bridget eats (although copious amounts of wine and Cadbury are never a BAD idea.) Since I’m cooking Thanksgiving dinner this year, I absolutely and completely relate to Bridget’s disastrous birthday dinner. I swear if I had blue twine in my kitchen, I too would be a purveyor of blue soup.

3. The Kitchen God’s Wife by Amy Tan. I’m not going to pretend to be an expert, but I will claim that my college professor WAS. He told us that food was an integral part of Chinese culture and that it was difficult to understand their religious traditions if he didn’t take his students out for the most awesome meal in the history of ever. I totally credit Dr. Goetz with helping me discover my taste for Chinese food. Anyway, The Kitchen God’s Wife goes into glorious detail about the dishes our heroine prepares out of the money from her dowry. Things that wouldn’t ordinarily sound delicious to me were described in such a beautiful manner that by the end of the book I felt not only that I had traveled China, but that I’d tasted all the delicacies along the way.

4. Sookie Stackhouse books by Charlaine Harris. Why? Because everything they serve at Merlotte’s sounds like a heart attack in a basket… And dagnabit, I want me some of those fried pickles. Is there anything in this world as delicious as a fried pickle?!

5. The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. Why on earth would this make me think of food? Perhaps it’s because the first half of the book, our major characters spend on the brink of starvation. Perhaps it’s because I too would have mourned the loss of my Betty Crocker cake mixes had the humidity destroyed what I had so painstakingly brought to the Congo from Georgia. I totally get it. A lack of cake is a devastating situation.

6. Scarlet Feather by Maeve Binchy. This is the first entry that’s appropriate, because it’s about caterers. Tom and Cathy do some magical things with mini gherkins, and I want to be a part of it. Plus, they’re Irish. So even if the mini gherkins are ghastly, the accents would be positively delightful.

7. The Road by Cormac McCarthy. Yes, this is possibly the most frightening and bleakest picture of humanity’s demise I can think of. Sure, there are some seriously gruesome scenes with cannibals. But you know something? When I finished reading this book, I remembered that the world as we know it HASN’T ended. Pizza delivery is still a thing. For this I am truly grateful.

8. Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maude Montgomery. This is in honor of holiday libations. Diana accidentally getting drunk on the supposed “raspberry cordial” just kills me. Imbibe in moderation people! If you simply cannot be moderate, at least have the decency to sleep it off at the dining room table of your gracious hosts. Drinking and driving sucks, y’all.

9. Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder. My second grade teacher read this aloud to the class, and the scene where they make candy with new fallen snow has always stuck with me. I wanted to try it as a kid, but my mom insisted that our suburban snow would be too dirty. She was probably right, but sometimes I’d eat our snow regardless. Perhaps that’s why my immune system is so awesome. Exposure to dirty snow.

10. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl. How could anyone NOT get hungry imagining all the magical sweets in Willy Wonka’s factory? The snozberries taste like snozberries! And how. (I just bought this in a set of Roald Dahl books for my “nephew” at his mom’s suggestion and I’m so stoked! I hope he always loves books, and continues not to mind when Aunt Katie sends them instead of toys. I’ve come full circle.)

The worst part is that I made this meme. Self-deprecating humor: It’s what I’m THANKFUL for.