Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Weight of Silence

A brief portion from the description on the back of the book:

“It happens quietly one August morning. As dawn’s shimmering light drenches the humid Iowa air, two families awaken to find their little girls have gone missing in the night.

Seven-year-old Callie Clark is sweet, gentle, a dreamer who suffers from selective mutism brought on by tragedy that pulled her deep into silence as a toddler.

Petra Gregory is Callie’s best friend, her soul mate and her voice. But neither Petra nor Callie has been heard from since their disappearance was discovered.

Now these families are tied by the question of what happened to their children. And the answer is trapped in the silence of unspoken family secrets.”


The book was a good read, but given my friend’s enthusiastic proclamation of her absolute love for it, I found it rather anti-climactic. While not necessarily predictable, the story of exactly what happened to the girls just seemed sort of thrown together amidst the many, many other details that wove all of the characters together. I also felt like Petra seemed more like an empty shell of a character, in desperate need of more careful development.

The story is told, chapter-by-chapter, in turns by six of the characters in the book in no particular order. The voices include: Calli (the only voice read in the 3rd person), Petra, Antonia (Callie’s mother), Ben (Callie’s brother), Martin (Petra’s father) and Deputy Sheriff Louis (Antonia’s childhood best friend and obviously, the Sheriff).

I did not mind this method of storytelling in one of my favorite books – Sight Hound by Pam Houston – but in TWofS there was a touch too much repetition across characters, especially during parts meant to build suspense. I almost felt as if the writer was intentionally (and irritatingly) drawing everything out for just a few more pages by repeating the same scenarios from varying points of view. Had any of those points of view really differed or offered some additional insight into the situation it might have been okay, but that was absolutely not the case.

I found myself most drawn to Ben’s chapters. Although his character was only twelve-years-old, he seemed to be wise beyond his chronological years. He loved his sister fiercely and – despite his boyhood pride – would easily have done anything for her. His descriptions of their relationship and past interactions were so vivid and touching that I felt he was real. He was the only character that lifted right off the page – the only character I truly liked and/or cared about in the end.

For me, the epilogue saved the book. Actually the last couple of paragraphs are what saved the book for me. In other words, the ending is pretty great.

As an endnote I must say that one of the things that bothered me the most was that the alternative of Callie communicating via writing was never addressed. Since my niece has been very capable of writing since she was about 5-years-old, I find the ignorance of writing as a mode of communication for a 7-year-old a bit unbelievable. Oh well, it is fiction after all, right?

Bottom line: easy read, decent plot, poor character development, minor profanity, very minimal description of graphic violence.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Super-proud god mama

Check out this sweet thing. I completely stole the photo from the photographer's web site, but this is personal use, right? Regardless, my excuse is that I can't keep myself from bragging about this gorgeous blondie.

Sydney Ruth of the lovely baby blues and luscious eyelashes.



Photo credit: Light of Mine Photography, http://lightofminephotography.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Reborn chair

The chair pictured right is the chair I listed in my September 9th post, but looking much better now.

I painted the frame to match my dresser - an antique that my parents bought when they were in their 20s. I inherited the dresser and two matching bedside tables when I moved back to North Carolina from Michigan in 2003. I stripped the furniture, painted it and replaced the outdated pulls with cool modern silver knobs.

The paint from 2003 was completely solidified, but I was pleased to find that Lowe's still had paint chips for the same colors. I used spray paint primer (Kilz odorless interior oil-base) and Olympic Premium Interior/Exterior High Gloss Latex paint.

I also wanted to soften up the seat just a touch, so I stretched some natural cotton batting (1/8" thickness) over the foam from the original chair before adding the fabric.

My mom found the most perfect fabric. I'd sent her paint chips of the colors of my bedroom walls and furniture and she hit the jackpot. All of the colors in the chair cushion fabric are either on my walls, my furniture or my duvet cover. I am quite pleased with my results!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Abby is 8-years-old on Saturday

Abby's party was last Sunday, but her birthday is this Saturday. How fast eight years goes by!

Abby and her friends met up at Hidden K Stables in Pfafftown for lots of horsing around.



Abby was quite proud of her cake. I heard all about it at the football game on Saturday. At the party she must have repeated the following about 20 times, "Mom! I want Mandy's head!" Mandy is the horse she's riding in the photo scanned on the cake.



I loved this little Blue Heeler, named Blue. He's such a devoted doggie - I don't think he took his eyes off of his owner for more than 30 seconds. He's demonstrating full eyeball lockdown below.



The kids on the fence at the stables. Some had already left, but these are the ones who stuck it out to the end: Clark, Katherine, Audrey, Abby, Maggie, Wolfgang and Max.



The final activity of the day was the offering of a "treat" to the horses. Maria whipped up a special concoction, that horses obviously love because they became quite feisty when the feeding first began. We saw lots of huge horse teeth!

Below, Audrey is feeding the horses while Abby and Katherine look on.



I was impressed with all the kids - everyone rode at least once. One of the girls was noticeably terrified, and when she first started around the ring, her mom asked, "Honey, are you breathing?!" She said yes quite unconvincingly, but she relaxed after a few times around the arena.

As a whole I think the party was a huge success!

Monday, September 21, 2009

Puppy update pics

I drove to Winston-Salem yesterday for a brief visit for Abby's 8th birthday party. I will post photos from the party later, but for now I give you photos of an adorable puppy. This is the same puppy I first wrote about on August 26th. He is such a handsome boy, complete with dreamy puppy breath. I swear if puppy breath could be bottled I'd pay a hefty price for its essence. My two dogs can only offer stinky port-a-potty breath at this stage in their lives.

Abby did her best to hold puppy still for mug shots. Note: Puppy is the only name Mr. adorable has been given. I agree with Todd & Maria on this - better to not name "Puppy" when they're not expecting to keep him.





Puppy in the crate - he was in the midst of a whining, crying fit when I snapped this photo.



I remain in awe of my brother and his family for caring so well for the homeless dogs that have crossed their paths. "Puppy" is the second dog in less than four months that they have taken in and cared for as if to be their own pet.

Maria told me that Abby recently said to her, "But I think puppy thinks we're his family now, so won't he be confused if we give him away?"

I think Abby is right and that puppy will be confused, but when he finds his forever home he'll figure it all out and I'm sure he'll be "happy puppy" from that day on.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

The Girl Who Played With Fire

Stieg Larsson's follow-up to The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo was a good read. However, unlike many reviewers of both books, I preferred the first book.

The Girl who Played with Fire was, for me, quite a bit different. In "Fire" there were far more characters, spread across/between numerous factions/organizations. Dozens of Swedish/German/Russian names made for a slightly difficult plot to follow.

Confusion tended to prevail, so "Fire" became very convoluted.

Read more about The Girl who Played with Fire here.

Readers of "Tattoo" will be enlightened a bit by "Fire" in that they will discover Lisbeth Salander's history and why she's become the person she is.

"The Girl who Kicked the Hornet's Nest", the third book in the trilogy, should be available in the U.S. in the next year or so and I'm looking forward to it.

It's certainly a tragedy that Mr. Larsson died just after completing the manuscripts for this trilogy. I truly believe Lisbeth Salander could've become a prominent heroine in popular fiction had Larsson not left this world so prematurely. He died in 2004 at the age of 50.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Tyler saves the day and a dog

I just saw this cute ad on TV. Check it out!



You can also see it on YouTube, where it is slightly less cropped here.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Quote of the day

For all you fellow tree-hugging, recycling fanatics out there:

"The road to the Apocalypse is paved with disposable food containers!"

- Cameron Watson as Lyndon Page on Bones; episode: "The Secret in the Soil"

Monday, September 14, 2009

The dog doo saga continues

Retaliation is imminent.

As I was pulling into my driveway last night I spotted my neighbor, clad only in a bath towel and wife-beater tank top, leaving a note at my doorstep. I was on the phone with my mom at the time, but I immediately poked my head out my window and asked, “What’s wrong now?!” while I whispered to my mom, “I bet I’m getting another poop letter.” I only assumed so based on my neighbor's history - I did not in any way think I deserved another "poop letter."

My neighbor appeared embarrassed to have been caught red-handed leaving his ridiculous complaint. He said his daughter stepped in "dog doo" in my yard.

I was sure to remind him that I’m not the only dog owner in the neighborhood, that I DO pick up my dog’s doo and that 98.25% of the side yard is my property. Therefore, aside from the fact that I did in fact pick up every trace of dog doo on Saturday afternoon, if his daughter stepped in dog doo (where he indicated) on Sunday then she was likely on my property, because Bailey is only allowed to poop in the yard if he is on-leash, which provides him an allowance of about 3 feet from the side door. Let’s add that Bailey, Zoe and I were all away from our home from the time I picked up the yard Saturday until I arrived home to find the neighbor leaving me a stupid note.

Good lord – don’t people have better things to do anyway?! My lovely assistant has appropriately labeled said people as “poop Nazis.” My mother – one of the sweetest women ever to exist – said, “Those people need to get a life.” I concur.

As gross as it sounds, I know exactly what my dogs’ poo looks like, and I know there have been random/unknown loads dropped in my yard. Have I blamed anyone? No.

If I receive another accusatory letter I am sure I will lose it and verbally retaliate. I might be a smallish person (horizontally, not vertically), but I've got heft. Guess we’ll wait and see.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Thank goodness for Jennifer Garner

The real Jennifer Garner - my assistant.
She is beyond fabulous. She's a wonderful friend and loads of fun; she's a hard worker and she looks out for me in a fierce way. I love her!

I bring this up because on one of our many trips to the local Starbucks, she informed me of the following, "I never planned to still be in North Carolina at 25. I also never thought I'd be working a desk job, and definitely not where my mom worked!"

Expecting to pursue a job in the arts, she seems to feel that she's settled. This makes me both happy and sad, because I love Jen and want her to be ecstatic all the time, but I'm selfish in wishing she'll never leave me. Jen's presence is a HUGE light in every single one of my days. Our iChats are my daily lifeline. Her iChat ID photo is shown left. That is the beautiful face I get to see sending me funny snippets all day.

Nevertheless, I'd do anything I could to give her the career/life she wants. I'd miss her horribly if she left me, but I know I'd still hear from her now and again.

I love you, Jen - so much! (for me, there's only one "n" in Jen) xoxo

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Home Improvement

Don't let the title of this post fool you. I am no fan of Tim Allen. In fact, I don't know why, but I HATE the show "Home Improvement," even though I know for certain I've never watched more than 5 minutes of any episode. : waves hand in dismissive fashion :

The following are a few of my home improvement projects that have come to the forefront. Any advice regarding materials suppliers, installers, etc. would be greatly appreciated. I would particularly appreciate any local advice regarding upholstering - particularly as to acquiring upholstery fabric to be applied by myself. I have had NO luck finding a local, quality fabric vendor.

Task #1: Repairing the front door "trim" (I'm still not sure that's what it is called)

As you can see below, whatever that piece of wood is, it needs to be replaced. If anyone has experience with this, please share!



By the way, I plan to eventually replace the front door, too. After all, what dim whit decided that it was a good idea to put a door on the front of a house that is half glass along with a single-key deadbolt entry? Jeez! All a burglar has to do is break or cut the window and then easily unlock the front door for themselves via a simple knob twist. I still can't believe that it is illegal to put a double-key deadbolt on a door. Fire hazard my ass. I think if the occurrence of house fire were compared to home intrusion/break-in/theft, the irony of the "double-key ban" would be very clear. I'm not afraid to break that home insurance policy by-law.

Task #2: Replacing broken kitchen window (double-hung vinyl)



This freakin' window has been broken for about three years. Only the outer pane is broken, or I couldn't have avoided it for this long. When I asked Mr. Lowes about window installation services, he told me I'm far better off hiring an outside contractor to install the window because supposedly Lowe's charges an arm and a leg. Calling for window replacement advice!

Task #3: A little perk project

I've had this little "school house" chair for years. My mom gave it to me, along with its little dookie brown leather padded seat. I've been meaning to reupholster it for years, but have just now gotten around to being serious about it. Unfortunately, I have had NO luck finding any quality fabric vendors in the Durham area. HELP!


Monday, September 7, 2009

UNC Football Kicks Off

UNC Football kicked off on Saturday by kicking the Citadel forcefully to the curb. Final score: UNC 40; The Citadel: 6.

It was hot and our new seats are a bit more cramped – especially for my rather tall brother – but we still had a good time. I was pretty surprised that the stands were so packed since it was labor day weekend, but it was a nice surprise.

At half-time the #1 Basketball team – the 2009 National Champion Tar Heels – were introduced on the field and presented with their Championship rings. Before the presentation the band performed a special number that ended with their formation spelling “National Champs.” I could not see it at all when viewing the field, but the image on the big screen at the end of the field showed the words clearly (I'm guessing because the image was smaller). I wish I could’ve gotten a photo!

Then the big screen played a montage of Championship highlights to the song “One Shining Moment,” by David Barrett.

Following the montage, each member of the team staff and each player were introduced. Flash bulbs fired continuously during the introductions and the crowd roared. By the time the announcer came to coach Roy Williams I found myself inexplicably and dangerously near tears.

What a sap I am, but what can I say? I will definitely miss watching Tyler, Wayne, Danny and Ty wipe the floor with the competition. I know Roy will miss them, too.

Back to football: the boys looked pretty good. Looking forward to the rest of the season. Thanks Todd!

Thursday, September 3, 2009

The Apples of my Eye

This photo was taken more than a year ago, but I love it and it features my two favorite beings on the planet.

Bailey is rapidly approaching his 12th birthday and Abby will be 8 at the end of this month. Translation: I am growing OLD.



Nevertheless, if I could live out my life with these two sweeties, I'd take wrinkles and a cane any day.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Eight legged freaks

I’m not a particularly squeamish girl. Unless creepy-crawlies launch themselves at me within completely unforeseen circumstances, I can handle critters. Beetles, spiders, snakes, mice – vermin in general don’t freak me out. What I do NOT like is discovering what I can only describe as an out and out spider invasion of my house.

A few months ago I suffered from a near death experience that could only be described (by the ER paperwork) as “Bite of unknown origin suspected, bright red welt on lower abdomen noted. Anaphylactic shock, administration of epinephrine and fluids. Medical history did not reveal any known allergies to insects.” (I really hope my dad doesn’t read this).

Amongst the following days I plucked two – albeit small – spiders from my person. I probably should’ve had the Orkin man on speed dial, but no, I took no drastic measures.

Rocketing back to this past week: I found two horrifically large spiders - each living in his own impressive tapestry - attached to the outer perimeter of my house. The first one scared the bejeezus out of me, only because I discovered it in the evening while pruning the vine-like plant that covers most of my front porch railing. By the time I saw Spidey, my hand was practically on top of him and his 3-inch legs.

After deftly avoiding a full-on panic attack, I sprinted inside to retrieve my Raid Ant Killer - the only bug killer I had on hand. At first my panic began to return and heighten because let me tell you, that spider was FAST. At first spray he was climbing at warp speed for shelter, but I refused to embrace defeat. I showered that creature in a sea of Raid and hoped for the best. Of course the next day I could find no evidence of a spider corpse, so for all I know he marched away - or right into my house.

Last night while watering plants I spotted an enormous spiral orb web - only because my eye first registered the hand-sized spider within said web - and almost swallowed my tongue. I'd just purchased a 1.33 gallon size container of Ortho Home Defense MAX so I made a beeline for my car and after engaging the dispenser I sprayed bug poison with no mercy. It took a LOT of spray, but I'm pretty sure I witnessed the death of Mr. Oversized Arachnid.

Now I'm on a mission. If diligent perimeter monitoring and bombing doesn't do the trick, I guess my cheap ass will just have to call the Orkin man after all.