1. Yes, I’ve taken the leap and changed the name of this, my last entry of the week, because honestly I am writing it more and more often as I am now, on Thursday afternoon. What can I say? Fridays—unless I am out of town, like last week—are days when I am usually trying to work out, get my daughter fed, pack the diaper bag, answer a zillion emails and deal with my spastic dogs, all before I leave at around 9am. Trying to fit in a decent blog post was getting, well, impossible. So here I am. If you liked reading this on Friday, well, you could just save it, I guess. I am sure there is a way I could post-date it, or have it update itself on Friday all on its own, but finding out would require, well, the time I’m taking to do this right now. See how that works?
2. Speaking of writing, Adele over at the very cool blog Persnickety Snark is doing a poll on the Top 100 YA Titles, and she’s hoping for YOUR help. (Okay, she might not actually know YOU, but she’s looking for readers of YA and fans of YA, and if you’re reading this, you might be one or both.) To participate, check out the link above, or jump straight to the online voting form by clicking here. It’s a really interesting idea and I can’t wait to see the results. I want to participate, but I am terrible at picking top tens. Don’t even ask me for a top five. I’m too indecisive!
3. After hearing praise for it from several people whose opinions I respect and admire, I finally got to check out Parenthood on NBC, and it did NOT disappoint. But really, why did I even think otherwise? I mean, check out the pedigree. It’s got Lauren Graham from Gilmore Girls, Peter Krause from Six Feet Under, AND it’s produced by the same guy who did Friday Night Lights. I mean, COME ON! Plus, on the ep I just watched, they ended a scene with The Swimming Song by Loudon Wainwright, which is, like, right off my Lock and Key playlist. It’s like we were made for each other! (Me and the show, not me and Loudon Wainwright.) Anyway, it’s fantastic, and tonight we’ll be watching all the episodes we’ve missed here on NBC.com. Hooray!
4. Between being sick and unable to get out of bed much AND traveling, I’ve actually been catching up on my reading, big-time. Right now, I’m about to finish Nick Hornby’s Juliet, Naked, which was not at all what I expected it to be but still very good. When that’s done, I will jump right back into Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Unaccustomed Earth, which I picked up when I forgot to bring a book to New York. Her writing is so good, it’s like jumping into a cold pool: it startles you, reminds you of what it’s like to really be alive. Seriously. I’m in awe. After I’m done with that, it’s onto Lee Smith’s Mrs. Darcy and the Blue-Eyed Stranger, and then Lionel Shriver’s latest, So Much For That. I have loved her stuff since We Need to Talk About Kevin (which was totally scary but fantastic) and, most recently, The Post Birthday World. Man, I love to read. Even if most times these days, it’s Richard Scarry, Llama Llama, or Max and Ruby. Still counts!
5. Finally, I know I have worn a lot of you out with my obsession with Good Morning America. And you are used to my obsessions, so this is really saying something. What can I say? I like the show. Okay, maybe like is a bit of an understatement. I’m not sure WHY I am so into it, honestly. Maybe because the hour from 8-9, while my daughter has quiet time, is one of the only ones I get to myself during the day, and I usually spend it puttering around with the TV on, catching up with Robin and Sam and JuJu. It’s just like having friends over to hang out and have coffee at the kitchen table, without anyone having to see my sinkful of dirty dishes or deal with my crazy animals. I will try to tamp it down, though. TRY. But before I attempt to do that, proof that I did have an encounter with Juju last week and was not making up the story about her recognizing me. Thanks for Kirsty, who sent these along, and Kevin and Wendy, my fellow GMA peeps from Texas who took them:
Yes, I know they look like the same picture, but they are not. There are NUANCES, in which you can pick up what BFFs we actually are. Okay, so that’s not true. But still! You can tell how sweet and nice she was. Plus, I kind of want that white jacket. How cute is that?
Okay, enough gushing. Will work on the whole tamping down thing now.