Today, I got my ermine cloak from Ms. Di. (She assures me it's faux and no ermines were killed to make it which is good because ermines are so cute. Plus, draping the skins of dead animals around me sounds a bit freaky--unless it's leather because I'm a hypocrite.) I won on guesses for Nathan's paragraph contest. I didn't win in the contest, but I did really like three or four of the winners. (I thought some of them WERE NOT paragraphs, though, and while I don't mean that to be sour grapes... I need some white space. I totally can't read long paragraphs... or faux paragraphs.)
I also got a scepter from Diana which I've been swinging around and hitting the husband with it. I think he is making me breakfast so the beatings may be over.
My brain is uber sluggish this morning due to a sleeping pill induced night of sleep. Friday nights are becoming the catch-up night for sleep since I can actually conk out without the kids missing school or all of us missing church.
I went running thursday night in my new shoes and discovered that running in new shoes without bandaging up my heel is a mega-stupid idea. I ripped the skin right off my right heel. It's so nasty that I'm tempted to post a picture. It's THAT nasty. It's crossed over to gruesome. I'll have to really bandage it up for today's run. (Yes. It's a sickness. It's the endorphins. I love me some endorphins.)
I finished up "You Suck" by Christopher Moore yesterday while cleaning. It was mega, mega awesome with an awesome on top. It was sophomoric and stupid in all the right ways. I listened to it on audiobook and the reader deserves kudos. On the other hand, none of my family may read it due to the number of highly offensive words. I find myself offended with myself because I wasn't as offended as I should have been. It seems like novels are shifting more and more to treating the f-word as if it was a mild profanity or an adjective. In their defense, they're attempting to mimic real life... which is just so, so sad. I spoke with some people this week who said that my books were the only "adult" books they were reading anymore due to the profanity and sex in mainstream books.
This brings up a point: Why are young adult books becoming so popular among adults? Is this why? They have less profanity and sex and there is something nice and more fantastic about that? Is it because their topics aren't as realistic and we have enough reality in our own lives? Is it because many adults are trying to recapture their youth? Perhaps, it's just a lot of adults previewing books for their kids....
In the course of reading Nathan's paragraphs before they were siphoned, I read a paragraph that started out stating it was for a Young Adult audience and then proceeded to make my eyes bleed with profanity. It was so bad that I wondered if it was a joke... or if this person was a parent.
So, unfortunately, while I loved "You Suck," I can't recommend it because those with a more spiritual bent might wonder if I'd decided to take the straight route to hell. I also will need to spend the rest of my day in quiet contemplation and trying to purge my mind of profanity.