I've been having fun playing with Pandora on my NookColor. I've wanted Pandora on a mobile device ever since my daughter was using it on her dearly departed iPhone. Yes, I played with it on my computer, but for some reason, having it on the laptop didn't stick. Same thing with being able to read eBooks on my laptop. It's just better when I use my nook. Here are my stations so far:
The Beatles Radio
Monty Python Radio
The Eagles Radio
The Fratellis Radio
Mumford & Sons Radio
The Decemberists Radio
Billy Joel Radio
Guns N' Roses Radio
Green Day Radio
Jason Mraz Radio
Ludo Radio
Bruce Springsteen Radio
Leonard Cohen Radio
Elton John Radio
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Radio
Ella Fitzgerald Radio
Dave Brubeck Radio
Rent Radio (As in the motion picture soundtrack)
Alanis Morissette Radio
Meredith Brooks Radio
Irish Drinking Song Radio
Celtic Thunder Radio
Michael Buble Radio
Little Shop of Horrors: The New Broadway Cast Radio
The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee Radio
Bo Burnham Radio
Rilo Kiley Radio
Yeah, I know there are a lot of redundancies, but that's what happens when you run out of skips but still want to listen to the same type of music but also don't particularly feel like listening to the current selection.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Thursday, December 09, 2010
nooknooknooknooknook
Yep, that is why I haven't been as diligent with keeping up with every day posting as I had planned. Actually, I had hoped to post this with my nook, but I could only get as far as the title. I couldn't type in the "compose" box. I love my nook. It's a nook color, actually, and even though it doesn't have that technology where it's like reading a regular book, it doesn't seem to put any more strain on my eyes than reading a regular book. I would love to go on and on, but I think B&N would owe me some money, ha ha!
Monday, December 06, 2010
Whoopsy!
Well, I'm just going to keep going with NaBloPoMo even though I skipped yesterday. Maybe if I get in the habit, I'll do better next month? Yesterday was the TGIO party for NaNoWriMo. We had it at the Coffee Depot in Downtown Riverside. It was so much fun! Everyone either read selections from their novels or discussed the plot of their novel. Some shared how NaNoWriMo was life changing for them. We cheered the winners and gave solace to those of us who did not reach our 50,000 words. If any of you from this group are reading this, I just want to say that you all totally rock!
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Bread, Glass, Beach
The Leonard family minus the teenagers will be heading off in my
to first go to Dudley's Bakery in Santa Ysabel. I think some fruit bars, sourdough, and rosemary bread will be on our shopping list. From there we will be going to Liquid Glass Co. which is part owned and operated by a guy with whom my husband went to school. If we have time, after that, we hope to make it to La Jolla Shores or Cuvier Park where we got married to watch the sunset. It will kind of be like a date...except that we'll have our nine-and-a-half-year-old daughter with us....
Friday, December 03, 2010
My Morning
I am typing this while watching a recorded episode of "Burn Notice" so if it seems a bit rambling and a lot a of typos, that is my explanation. Walked my daughter to school with my husband so we could watch her get her GOLD Honor roll award.
We had to walk - a 25 minute walk - because there was a problem with our car insurance and we wouldn't be covered from midnight last night until our insurance company opened and we could call and make the rest of our payment. My husband, Charley, had to carry our daughter's poster board volcano report. (She got an "A") Before the 4th grade awards assembly, we had to sit through the Friday Spirit Assembly. On the way home, we stopped by the Green Bean Coffee shop and had a coffee and pumpkin bread while Charley called the insurance company. Once insured, we called our older daughter, Amanda, and had her come pick us up at the coffee shop.
I would like to mention that I am very glad I remembered to post today. I almost shut down my computer because I was so tired! Whew!
We had to walk - a 25 minute walk - because there was a problem with our car insurance and we wouldn't be covered from midnight last night until our insurance company opened and we could call and make the rest of our payment. My husband, Charley, had to carry our daughter's poster board volcano report. (She got an "A") Before the 4th grade awards assembly, we had to sit through the Friday Spirit Assembly. On the way home, we stopped by the Green Bean Coffee shop and had a coffee and pumpkin bread while Charley called the insurance company. Once insured, we called our older daughter, Amanda, and had her come pick us up at the coffee shop.
I would like to mention that I am very glad I remembered to post today. I almost shut down my computer because I was so tired! Whew!
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Danger Girl??
The NaBloPoMo writing prompt is: What's the most dangerous thing you've ever done?
I really need to think about this. The first thing I that came to mind was rollercoasters, but really, I don't think of them as dangerous. Thrilling, maybe, dangerous, no. There were a couple of times where I was in danger as a child, though it was never my intent to be in danger. I will tell you about those and you can decide.
When I was around three-years-old I was at my grandparents. I was inside of their car and my parents and aunt and uncle were washing the car. My grandparents lived at the top of this very steep hill. Can you already see where this is going? So I was messing around with the things on the dashboard and turning the steering wheel and somehow I have managed not only to disengage the emergency brake, but I also took the car out of park and it started going down the hill. Everyone was screaming and trying to stop the car with their bodies. Fortunately, the way it had been parked it ended up not going very far or very fast until it hit a little curb surrounding my grandparent's landscape. The car went up the curb and was stopped by a bush. My grandma was angry with the adults. I did not get in trouble. A bonus of being three.
When I was around four, I was in my grandparents' swimming pool. Yes, the same grandparents where the runaway car incident happened. My grandpa was on pool duty keeping an eye on me from a lawn chair on his patio. I was doing my usual trick of holding on to the edge of the pool with my hands and pushing my feet against the wall of the pool so I could scoot myself around the perimeter of the pool. Somehow, I managed to push myself far away enough from the edge that I couldn't doggie paddle back and I sunk like a rock. There I was, flailing in an attempt to reach the surface when all of a sudden there's my grandpa under the water with all of his clothes on including his glasses! Grandpa saved me! There was a funny (sort of) story to tell when the rest of the relatives got there for dinner that night.
So that is about it, unless you want to count the times I went off-campus for lunch with my boyfriend (we were allowed to go off-campus for lunch, but my mom didn't want me to. The boyfriend did not go to my school and had already graduated) and went somewhere to make out. Nothing happened beyond that, but I very much was NOT supposed to have done that, and one time I was so late for my next class that there was only fifteen minutes left, but I went anyway because I didn't want it to be a blatant cut. If you are marked tardy, they don't say how tardy you are.
You could also count the time that I dated this guy whom I will only refer to as "psycho-boy." Really, he was a man, but I'm trying to keep things light here and "psycho-man" seems to have a slightly heavier ring to it. In the interest of keeping things light, I will only mention that there were midnight drunken phone calls (from him), I would come out in the morning to find my tires slashed on more than one occasion, sugar in my gas tank (which does nothing, by the way), and crazy glue in the keyholes of my car (which also doesn't do much because it's pretty easy to just jab your key right through that). This was from an almost 40-year-old man.
So you decide-- my joy ride? The near drowning? sneaking off with my boyfriend? or dating a clearly unstable person?
I really need to think about this. The first thing I that came to mind was rollercoasters, but really, I don't think of them as dangerous. Thrilling, maybe, dangerous, no. There were a couple of times where I was in danger as a child, though it was never my intent to be in danger. I will tell you about those and you can decide.
When I was around three-years-old I was at my grandparents. I was inside of their car and my parents and aunt and uncle were washing the car. My grandparents lived at the top of this very steep hill. Can you already see where this is going? So I was messing around with the things on the dashboard and turning the steering wheel and somehow I have managed not only to disengage the emergency brake, but I also took the car out of park and it started going down the hill. Everyone was screaming and trying to stop the car with their bodies. Fortunately, the way it had been parked it ended up not going very far or very fast until it hit a little curb surrounding my grandparent's landscape. The car went up the curb and was stopped by a bush. My grandma was angry with the adults. I did not get in trouble. A bonus of being three.
When I was around four, I was in my grandparents' swimming pool. Yes, the same grandparents where the runaway car incident happened. My grandpa was on pool duty keeping an eye on me from a lawn chair on his patio. I was doing my usual trick of holding on to the edge of the pool with my hands and pushing my feet against the wall of the pool so I could scoot myself around the perimeter of the pool. Somehow, I managed to push myself far away enough from the edge that I couldn't doggie paddle back and I sunk like a rock. There I was, flailing in an attempt to reach the surface when all of a sudden there's my grandpa under the water with all of his clothes on including his glasses! Grandpa saved me! There was a funny (sort of) story to tell when the rest of the relatives got there for dinner that night.
So that is about it, unless you want to count the times I went off-campus for lunch with my boyfriend (we were allowed to go off-campus for lunch, but my mom didn't want me to. The boyfriend did not go to my school and had already graduated) and went somewhere to make out. Nothing happened beyond that, but I very much was NOT supposed to have done that, and one time I was so late for my next class that there was only fifteen minutes left, but I went anyway because I didn't want it to be a blatant cut. If you are marked tardy, they don't say how tardy you are.
You could also count the time that I dated this guy whom I will only refer to as "psycho-boy." Really, he was a man, but I'm trying to keep things light here and "psycho-man" seems to have a slightly heavier ring to it. In the interest of keeping things light, I will only mention that there were midnight drunken phone calls (from him), I would come out in the morning to find my tires slashed on more than one occasion, sugar in my gas tank (which does nothing, by the way), and crazy glue in the keyholes of my car (which also doesn't do much because it's pretty easy to just jab your key right through that). This was from an almost 40-year-old man.
So you decide-- my joy ride? The near drowning? sneaking off with my boyfriend? or dating a clearly unstable person?
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
NaBloPoMo Day ONE
The theme this month is ZEITGEIST
Today, I'm going to use the writing prompt on the nablopomo site and see how it can tie in with the theme for the month. The prompt for today is: If you could stop your body from aging at any point in your life, what age would you want to stay at and why?
That one was easy for me. Of course I would have to go back in time to do this, but I would pick 27. I had already had my twins, but my body was in the best shape it had ever been in. Of course this is about aging, so even if I had been overweight, I don't think the premise of the prompt would preclude the ability to lose weight. At 27, I'd still be able to take the pounds off fairly easily.
Today, and really even in the past several decades, there has been a shift toward desiring to maintain one's youth. Plastic surgery, collagen injections, Botox injections, dermabrasions, and now, shaving the pubes! Or waxing (!!)
I could go on about this, but I have to eat lunch so that my food will be properly digested and I won't have to get up and go to the bathroom during my daughter's spelling bee today!
Today, I'm going to use the writing prompt on the nablopomo site and see how it can tie in with the theme for the month. The prompt for today is: If you could stop your body from aging at any point in your life, what age would you want to stay at and why?
That one was easy for me. Of course I would have to go back in time to do this, but I would pick 27. I had already had my twins, but my body was in the best shape it had ever been in. Of course this is about aging, so even if I had been overweight, I don't think the premise of the prompt would preclude the ability to lose weight. At 27, I'd still be able to take the pounds off fairly easily.
Today, and really even in the past several decades, there has been a shift toward desiring to maintain one's youth. Plastic surgery, collagen injections, Botox injections, dermabrasions, and now, shaving the pubes! Or waxing (!!)
I could go on about this, but I have to eat lunch so that my food will be properly digested and I won't have to get up and go to the bathroom during my daughter's spelling bee today!
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