To Rate Books ... or not to rate books ...

So, as you should well know, being a reader of this blog and all, I love to read.

I think I’m addicted to it, the hubs will attest to that no doubt.

And maybe I bring this on myself, because I refuse to read book reviews, but sometimes, I think I would like to see books have ratings.

For movies, PG-13 = one F BOMB. Nudity, sex, violence can equate to an R rating.

In music, questionable lyrics come with PARENTAL ADVISORY WARNINGS.

Books have the freedom that movies and music don’t have.

Sometimes I know exactly what I’m about to read, and I accept I’ve chosen to read it.

But most times, a synopsis will only tell you so much, and 60 pages in, the throbbing and thrusting sneaks up on you.

I’m not a prude, not even close, but sometimes it would be nice if someone slapped a warning on a book or even a polite FYI to warn me about the heaving and cleaving, you know ?

People are Nice

I love me some post secret ... when it's funny or nice.

Sometimes it's a bit too deep or depressing, but, for a Monday, this is sweet.

PAY IT FORWARD PEOPLE!



Ode to Sexy

Mr Giles,

This post is dedicated you and your amazingness.

Remember the first time we met ?

We were at a Halo party, you asked me if I knew your boy Butters ?

I thought you were a tool.
You probably thought the same of me.

Ahh, the good old days ;)

Remember the next time we "met" ?

We were at Tasi and Beka's potluck in the park across the street from the Omni apartments ...

You with your SUN-IN hair, me in my church clothes ?

Me and Mykie laughed at you, can't remember why ... (you musn't be that funny :P)

We didn't talk.

Mostly because I'm not friendly.

For your sake, it was probably a good thing.

Remember when we REALLY met ?

You came to my brother's wedding.
My hair was on my head nice and high, looking like a pair of testicles?

You "called" me, and then you laughed at me because I cut my hair.

I'm impulsive, what can I say?

Remember how we REALLY REALLY met ?

On the back of Beka's truck.

;)

Since we're about to celebrate 8 years of meeting and remeeting each other, I thought it was important to dedicate a post to you, and your sexiness.

You're the frosting to my cake

The cheese on my rice

The glaze on my donut

The corn in my beef

The toy in my happy meal

And no matter how many movies I watch or post pictures of hard-bodied, sweat glistening, shirtless men, you will always be the most beautiful man I've ever had the pleasure of seeing.

XOX

GAG AWAY PEOPLE! THIS IS LOVE!

Warrior

The hubs and I went to the movies the other day and debated between seeing two movies.
The Debt (which is already highly rated and positively reviewed) and Warrior (no consumer reviews as it was a sneak peak) and being the compromising person I am, we saw the movie I wanted to see, Warrior.


It's the story of an estranged pair of brothers, both fighting for something important to each of them. They haven't seen each other in years, a family torn apart by the alcoholic abuse of their father.


When I saw the first preview of this movie, I wanted to see it, not for the content, but because I'm a huge "How I Met Your Mother" fan, and the main women is played by a key character from last season. In this movie, she plays the wife of Joel Edgerton, and I love that she plays a gritty character, who doesnt always look perfect, and walks around in her undies looking like she just woke up. A nice bit of realism.


I'm always super supportive of Australian actors, and Joel Edgerton played the underdog in this movie. He and Tom Hardy play the estranged brothers.


Tom Hardy is insane. He is quality in Inception (the only movie I've seen him in).


Nick Nolte plays the recovering alcoholic father, and his character is the heart of this movie.
His performance draws you in, the mumbling, the rawness of his emotions, it's intense.


I'm not a big MMA fan, but this movie has some pretty gnarly fight scenes and I was on the edge of my seat absolutely enthralled in what was happening.


The guys in this are ripped, ridiculously, and if you like a good fist-to-face movie, this is for you.


RECOMMENDATION: See it. If you enjoy a good solid movie plot, with quality actors this is it.


RATING: A large Sub Zero Premium Caramel Ice-Cream.

bookgasm

Book club people ....

Here is the link for our book club and the name of our club (THANKS MIMS!) is ...wait for it ...

bookgasm

stories that blow your mind

So if you want to participate in this exercise of literary camaraderie, click the link and join.

Alright my book club people ....

I put it out there last month that I wanted to do an online book club.
I got a number of emails and FB comments, and since I didnt have EVERYONEs email addresses, thought I would stick the September book on the blog.

The book is The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern.

It won't be released for a couple of weeks, and since I prefer not to read reviews, I'm not going to post one.

Remember, if you are keen to join my book club, shoot your email address to daynakaranga@gmail.com so you can get the email updates on the book of the month.

Delivering the News ...

I was watching the VMAs Sunday night and I'm just going to say it, Beyonce is awesome.
The way she threw the microphone down after her performance, popped open her jacket and announced to the world " I'm with Child " and seeing Jay Zs genuine reaction to the entire spectacle, well, it got me thinking.
Normally, MTV isn’t thought provoking (unless it's Jersey Shore), but in this particular instance, it definitely sucked me in and had be thinking the following.

·         What's the best way to tell someone they're about to be a father ?

·         What's the best way to deliver the news you went and got yourself knocked up, to your parents ?

I'll start by analyzing the first time I had to tell the hubs I was pregnant. I made him come with me to pick up a pregnancy test. I insisted it be a CLEAR BLUE $15 test (found out later a DOLLAR TREE TEST works just as well).

After going to pee on the stick, and waiting the allotted time, I walked out and threw the positive urine covered test at my inseminator. CLASSY RIGHT?

Delivering the news to the parentals that you went and got yourself knocked up, is an entirely different story all together.

My parents, well, my mum, was all "You're old enough to deal with the consequences" cool about it.

But is it better to be all in your face creative about it ?

Definitely more entertaining that way, especially when it  comes to announcing the sex of the fetus.

Did you post something like "Saw my baby today!!!!!!! Unless that is a third leg, we're having a a BOY!!!!!!!" on your facebook status?

When we went to have our 20 week scan to find out the gender of our child, my husband played it cool.

Throughout my pregnancy we discussed our hopes and dreams for our oldest child.

I was hopeful it was a girl, you know, dress her up and all that jazz, while the hubs insisted it wasn’t important the gender, only that our baby was healthy.

As I lay there on the table, all gooey from the gel they scan technician smeared all over my convex belly, I was overcome with emotion, tears rolling down my face (I dont cry ugly)

It was amazing, watching the little hands move, his little mouth drinking/eating and seeing it's little crossed legs.

Lab Technician lady, tapped my belly under its little legs, and they slowly spread revealing the anxiously awaited news. I knew the minute those little legs widened, "It's a BOY" she announced.

My husband, ever perceptive to my emotional state, jumped up and pointed in my face "It's a BOY! I wanted a boy, in your face!"

I can't help but think fondly on that moment, and laugh..

I went off on a random tangent, I can, it's my blog.

BUT, next time I get pregnant, I am confirming there may or may not be a next time, I'm going to announce it with a sculpture, shooting forks from a bow and arrow, at a pink or blue target ....