My Real Life

September 14, 2015

Bookstore Heaven

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A few days ago, I got a text from Erin.

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We used to devour those Dark Forces books.

I haven’t thought about them in years, but as soon as I saw the picture, I was transported in time to my childhood bedroom, sitting in front of my bookcase, pulling one out after the other and just laying on the floor and reading all day.

Between Dark Forces and Sweet Valley High, I don’t know how I had time for much else.

Anyway, I’ve got a bit of a “thing” for old books, to begin with, and seeing this text gave me an itch.

I needed to have some of those books.

However, the only used book store in our town caters to an adult audience, and by that, I mean grown ups, just in case you weren’t sure.

Anyway…

When I was a kid, there was a used book store in Chester, a neighboring town, which is where I got many of my books by trading in the old ones.

My grandparents would give me books, I’d read them and instantly trade them in for more Sweet Valley Highs or Dark Forces or Nancy Drews.

My Dad and I would spend hours in that store, but eventually, it went out of business.

It’s always been my dream to open a used book store.

A place where people could come and trade in their old books, get someone else’s treasured books, sit, read, enjoy.

It’s not happening today, but hopefully, someday.

I went to Facebook and asked local friends if they knew of any good used book stores and a few people chimed in.

I looked up the places they were offering on Yelp and one of them looked really interesting, but a bit too ecletic.

It was a used book store, but billed itself also as a comic book store.

I wasn’t sure I’d find what I needed.

However, many of the other places were a further drive, so I decided to give it a shot.

We had no school on Monday, and I wasn’t feeling well at all.

However, I had to go pick up the kids instruments from the store where they were getting their fall “tune-up” so I figured I’d just drive a little further and check the place out.

Monkey Girl agreed to come with me, and we were off.

The minute I walked in the door, I was hooked.

Wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling.

Books.

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Monkey Girl inhaled and said “I love that smell. It smells like old books.”

Exactly.

I took two steps in the door and knew I’d be making at least one purchase.

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I’ve got a thing for Archie comics, and believe me when I tell you it was an exercise in control not to just sweep the shelf and buy them all.

I made a few selections, and then continued on.

Paydirt.

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Sweet Valley High originals.

Oh, Sweet Valley High.

So many times when I’ve found myself being too straightlaced, I’ve said “What would Jessica Wakefield do?”

And when I’ve felt that maybe I was being a little too carefree and needed to exercise a bit of caution, I’d ask myself “What would Elizabeth Wakefield do?”

Not really, but oh, how I loved those books.

So, I made a few more selections.

We spent approximately 45 minutes in the store.

If I had felt better, I would have spent the entire day.

Packed a bag lunch and made an adventure of it.

In the end, here’s my haul:

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4 Archie comics

4 Sweet Valley High Books (2 series regulars and 2 Special Editions because they are awesome)

2 Nora Roberts paperbacks, because I picked up the third in the series at a library used book sale, but haven’t read it yet, because I was looking for the first two

A Dark Force book (YEAH!!! They had one!)

An antique, original Bobbsey Twins book.  This one is pure sentiment, because my Dad used to have a set of those books, and I would read them, every summer, when I would stay with my grandparents in Ohio for a month. I always wanted those books, and think my grandfather may have thrown them out when in the midst of his Alzheimer’s. I saw it on the shelf and got a little teary. It needed to come home with me.

And…I had to get the My Little Pony Rainbow Dash Pez dispenser, because Rainbow Dash is Tiny’s favorite and we can never find any toys that aren’t all sold out of Rainbow Dash.

A Pez dispenser was the perfect fit, because that kid loves Pez like Olivia Pope loves her wine.

As we left, the store owner said “Tell your friends about us!” and I promised I would, and so here I am…telling all of you.

So…if you are in Northern New Jersey, hop over to Ray and Judy’s Book Stop at 40 West Main Street in Rockaway, NJ.

It’s worth the trip.

September 11, 2015

Not Scary

Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 7:44 am

The only person who really recommended a scary movie with on my last post about my quest for a scary movie said that I should try “Insidious.”

So, Real Man and I gave it a try.

It was a good premise, as far as scary movies go. One that felt fairly fresh because it was a twist on an old plot.

We were off to a good start.

There were moments where I gasped or grabbed Real Man’s arm, and I felt like there was some real nightmare potential there.

But, then the movie took a road, midway through, and even though you know the people who wrote the movie expected this middle part to be really scary…it just wasn’t.

And then, when it got back to the scariness, you had been out of it for so long, you weren’t scared any longer.

So, it was a good movie, and I enjoyed it, but when it was over, I went about my business and didn’t think about it again.

So, not as scary as I was hoping.

Then, I was feeling disappointed that I hadn’t been scared enough, so the next day, Real Man and I decided to go see “The Gift.”

The commercials made it look pretty scary, and like a psychological thriller, and those are often the scariest, because people’s minds are twisted and that kind of thing can actually happen, so I was hopeful.

It was a good movie.

It was.

But it wasn’t even a little scary.

So, I’m 0 for 2 this scary movie season.

I’m holding out hope that things get…scarier.

September 8, 2015

The Backpack Diaries

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Baby Monkey is a cool kid.

He’s only 9, so his peers haven’t necessarily figured that out yet, but he’s a cool kid.

He’s got a lot of different interests, a great sense of humor, a general sense that he’s not really too concerned what others think of him, and he’s just a really good little guy.

However, sometimes I can’t quite figure him out.

In January, I picked up his backpack to move it out of the way, because we were expecting company, and I needed to throw everything into the laundry room and shut the door.

I was surprised when I almost tore my bicep, trying to raise it off the floor.

“Baby Monkey!  What do you have in here?”

So, we opened it up and took a peek.

He had four big books, a dictionary, and a bunch of notebooks.

“What kind of homework do you have tonight? You’re in third grade!”

“Oh,” he replied. “I don’t have any homework.”

I was stumped.

“Then what the heck is all this crap in your backpack?”

He smiled.

“I just like a really heavy backpack.  Makes me feel like a big kid.”

Okay, then.

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So, Wednesday night was the night before school started in our neck of the woods.

Which, as everyone knows, is the night that you clean out the backpacks that are full of the junk from the last day of school.

As always…cleaning out Baby Monkey’s backpack was a trip.

Not down memory lane.

Just a trip.

The first thing I pulled out was his morning workbook.

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If you look closely, you’ll see that he wrote “Morning work is the worst thing in the universe.”

It must have been a rebellious day.

But, then he must have regained his senses, and his guilty conscience kicked in, because he wrote, first in pencil, then again in red pen, “Ha Ha Ha That was a joke!”

Just in case the teacher was looking.

Then, I took a look in his glasses case.

I was confused as to why his glasses case was even in his backpack, because his glasses broke in December, and he hasn’t worn them since, because they’ve been on the counter.

So, I opened it.

And almost peed in my pants.

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Then, it was time to open the front, zippered pocket, which was bulging and making me incredibly nervous.

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What. The. Hell.

 

Inventory:

Two small water bottles, full of old, stale water, colored with blue pen. One of the bottles had a rainbow loom bracelet stuck to it with gum.

A big eraser inside a clear plastic box that was taped shut with blue painter’s tape. Because he never makes mistakes?

A rock. He’s a 9 year old boy. I have no issues with the rock.

Three small seashells. I’d like to point out that it is a good hour and a half to the beach from our house, and we hadn’t been there since last August.

Two screws. Something in his old classroom is clearly going to fall apart tomorrow.

Three pairs of glasses. One pair – sunglasses. One pair – fake, clear glasses. One pair – no clue.

A broken slinky. A staple of childhood. We’re good on this one.

The bottoms of three different, hand-held pencil sharpeners. The bottoms. Not the part with the sharpener in it. Not particularly useful.

A broken yo-yo. Another staple of childhood.

A Guinness Book of World Records timer. Probably timing the longest fart on the bus.

A clothespin. Because if he was timing the farts, he may have needed to close the nose.

A bat. Because, why not?

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After I finished cleaning it out, I asked him “So, do you think, maybe, we can keep it a little neater this year?”

He thought for a minute and then said “I’m not sure yet. I’ll have to see what fourth grade brings me.”

Okay, little man.

Fair enough.

 

September 6, 2015

Amazing Grace

Back in February, I wrote about the Little Church where my father was performing as a substitute minister.

A lot happens in half a year, and my Dad started, today, as their permanent pastor.

For his first Sunday, he asked if Monkey Girl and I would be willing to come a sing, as the choir was still on summer break.

We agreed, and tried to find something to sing together.

But, then it was the end of summer, and then school started, and to be honest, I’d remember we needed to pick something when I was laying in bed at night.

So, on Tuesday, we picked our song, and on Sunday morning, we figured out an arrangement.

It feels so good to sing with my girl, even when it’s last minute and I’m not sounding my best.

I love singing and I love her and I love listening to her sing, and so it’s a win-win-win.

A few people had asked to hear a recording of us, and so here it is.

Enjoy!

 

September 2, 2015

Tomorrow

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Today, this is a room of desks and chairs.

Today, the air in this room is stale.

Today, this room is empty and clean.

Today, this room is a void.

But, tomorrow?

Tomorrow this room becomes full of life.

Tomorrow, children will enter, as nervous and excited as I.

Tomorrow, the air in this room shimmers with possibility and opportunity.

Tomorrow, this room becomes messy; good and messy with trial and error, investigation, curiosity and learning.

Tomorrow, this room is where drama will play out, secrets will be shared, laughter will ring, frustration will build, lessons will be learned, memories will be made.

Tomorrow, new relationships begin to be built, and even though I know they will leave me in 10 months…10 too short months…I love them all, a little, already.

Tomorrow is my favorite day of the school year, because, tomorrow…

We begin our journey.

Together.

August 31, 2015

21st Day

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I made it.

21 days straight of posting.

Shouldn’t have been a challenge, since, at the beginning of this blog, six years ago, I used to post every day, but I had definitely fallen out of the habit, and I wanted to get my mojo back.

There was only one day when I struggled with inspiration, but it was more about what else I had going on, as opposed to not wanting to write.

So, I’m back.

Not every day, because I don’t want to bore you, and I want my posts to be meaningful and not just something to cross off a to-do list, but I’m back.

I hope you’ve enjoyed at least one thing I’ve written in the past 21 days, and that you continue to come back and follow my strange little life.

And, if it’s been awhile and you happen to notice I haven’t posted in awhile, please reach out and let me know.

Because, as much as I write for me, I also write for you.

I know you’re there, even when you don’t comment, and I appreciate your support more than you can imagine.

I think they were right, though, about it taking 21 days to form a new habit, because I can’t imagine not writing a post tonight for tomorrow.

So, I’ll see you soon.

And thanks.

August 30, 2015

Call Me Martha

I can cook.

I don’t enjoy it, I’m not great at it, but I can cook.

I try to make sure we eat dinner as a family every night, and except for when we have baseball, hockey, soccer, dance, church, or something else going on, we generally do.

And it’s usually a legit meal.

Cavatelli and broccoli.

A roast in the crock pot.

Grilled chicken.

Spaghetti and meatballs.

I can cook.

However, my cooking is basic to the core.

There is no fancy stuff happening in my kitchen, and the meals that I make are quick, easy, and of debatable health value.

And so, despite the fact that at least two people are disappointed by dinner every night…which two depends upon the meal…I can cook.

But, Martha Stewart, I ain’t.

And so imagine my surprise, when last Saturday afternoon, the kids walked into the kitchen and found me whipping up ten eggs, some broccoli and some cheese.

“What are you doing?” they asked suspiciously.

“Trying out a new recipe,” I responded casually.

“Do WE have to eat it?” they asked nervously.

“Nope. Just me,” I responded happily.

“Is it gonna taste good?” they asked delightedly.

“Absolutely,” I responded less assuredly.

See, in my desire to be lose some of this extra weight I’ve been carrying around, I realize that I need to figure out some healthy breakfast for myself.

Because, if I don’t, by ten a.m., I’m ready for the vending machine at school.

So, I was intrigued when I was flipping through “All You” magazine, and found a recipe for “egg muffins.”

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Over the summer, I’ve made myself two fried eggs for breakfast in the morning, and it’s been pretty okay.

But, I know the rush of a school day morning, and am well aware that I won’t be frying any eggs before work.

I gave it a try.

Guess what?

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Those egg muffins didn’t suck!

I didn’t follow the recipe exactly, because, let’s be honest…goat cheese? Arrugala?

Not in my wheelhouse.

But, I used some chopped frozen broccoli and a dash of pepper and a sprinkle of cheddar cheese on each muffin and they were delicious!

I can grab one from the fridge, every morning, on my way out the door, and can even eat them in the car on the way to work.

I was feeling so good after my success with that recipe, that I decided to keep going.

I used a recipe I found on Pinterest for chocolate chip cookies, because Monkey Girl loves to bake, and I shared the recipe with her.

(The recipe for these cookies can be found here.)

And guess what again?

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Good stuff!

Then I was on a mission.

I made sugar cookies, baked ziti, reorganized the Tupperware cabinet, cleaned out the fridge, and cleaned out the closet in the laundry room.

I was a home-making whirlwind!

I’m feeling so good about it all that maybe I’ll try a different recipe tomorrow and see how it inspires me for the rest of the day!

Or, maybe I’ve channeled all the Martha I can handle and we’ll just order Chinese.

August 29, 2015

Top Post and Continuing Quest

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Every day, I always look at my WordPress stats to see what search terms brought people to the blog.

Sometimes, it’s empty, because I forget to put tags in my posts, so I’m not as searchable as I could be.

But, most days, it’s the same words, over and over.

“wrong turn movie real story”

People seem to be fascinated by the real story behind the movie “Wrong Turn.”

The blog post that they are taken to is here, and I’d love for you to click on it and read it, if you haven’t been following me since 2009.

Which is probably most of the people reading this post.

That post, was actually a follow-up post to the original post which was about my constant quest for the scariest movie imaginable, which is here.

I’d love you to go back and read that one, too, so I don’t have to rewrite it all, but I can say that I can add one movie to the list of movies that has scared the bejesus out of me since 2009.

The Conjuring.

So freaking scary.

However, I’ll be honest…I haven’t had the opportunity to see a lot of movies that aren’t animated over the past few years, and so I may have missed some good ones.

So, I’d love some audience participation and please let me know if there are any scary movies that I need to see.

Because I’m ready to be terrified.

August 28, 2015

Freedom

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In this house, we are finally free.

Free of tyranny.

Free of restriction.

Free of diapers.

Yes, that’s right…

Of all the amazing things that have happened this summer, the best, the ultimate, the most wonderful was the fact that Tiny is (finally) potty trained.

Yeah, everyone gets potty trained, so why all the fanfare?

Why an entire blog post devoted to it?

Because the stubborn son of a gun is four and a half.

He’s been holding all the cards and we’ve been his pawns.

We haven’t been able to go anywhere without diapers and wipes, and believe me, my friends…they ain’t cheap.

Going to the pool meant swim diapers, and going to the beach meant an awful rash from the sand trapped inside.

It was a battle, and even when we tried to turn it around into no big deal, on the advice of our doctor, no one was fooled…it was still a battle.

Monkey Girl spoiled us.

She was one and a half when she decided she wanted to be trained, and while she ran hot and cold for the next year, two and a half still isn’t bad.

The next two waited until they were almost four, but finally pulled the trigger and so we expected about the same from Tiny.

But Tiny won’t be bound by expectations.

He won’t live by any rules other than those he makes for himself.

And so we begged, we pleaded, we bribed.

We gave him all the power.

Which was exactly how he liked it.

And then, one day, it clicked, and he was tired of the game and decided he was ready.

And that, my friends, was that.

And so, our greatest triumph this summer, was freedom from diapers.

May we never have to change another diaper again.

Well…until the grandchildren, but that’s waaaaaaaay in the future, and by then, I have a feeling we won’t mind so much.

August 27, 2015

A Weighty Post

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‘Cuz I’m writing about my weight.

Get it?

The title?

I crack myself up.

Unfortunately, I’m also close to cracking my scale, these days.

As I wrote in my post about my goals for the year, I was good to myself this summer.

Very good to myself.

So good to myself that, although I did hit the treadmill on a regular basis, I gained a considerable amount of weight for my size.

With school starting next week, my clothes barely fit, and in some instances, don’t fit at all.

I wear my weight pretty well, so it may not be instantly visible to the casual observer, but my clothes know and my scale knows.

See, I’ve been playing that game.

You know the one.

Where you say, “I’m not going to worry about my weight, as long as it doesn’t hit that number.”

And then, when it actually hits that number, you say “Ah, you know what? That’s not such a terrible number.  As long as I don’t hit that number,” and on and on it goes until you are rationalizing numbers you haven’t seen since you were 8 months pregnant.

Real Man doesn’t care.

The guy has his love blinders on and thinks I’m beautiful and sexy no matter what.

But, I do.

I don’t like the way I feel in my clothes, and I don’t like the way I feel in my body.

Also, I worry about my diabetes moving into the full-blown stage.

The correlation between weight and belly fat and insulin-dependent diabetes is high, and I don’t want to get to that stage.

I worry that I’m at an age where my body is going to cement itself into it’s current shape, and so I want to do something now, before it’s too late.

But what?

I love food.

Love it.

So much.

My former office-mate once said that he had never seen someone eat the way that I do and not weigh 400 pounds.

I guess that’s a good thing?

I use the My Fitness Pal app to track my food and exercise, and I’m great at holding myself accountable.

Sorta.

But, on the days when I’m being really good, I’m really hungry, and food is all I can think about.

And, with the school year about to start, I honestly cannot figure out when I’m going to have time for the treadmill, or strength training, which is where I think I probably need to go in order to start reshaping myself.

I’m probably not going to write about it, but I wanted to, at least, get this part out there, because I always feel like the more people who know about something I’m trying to do, the better I’ll be at achieving it.

I’m not so good at being accountable to myself.

Accountable to others?

That I can do.

So, wish me luck, because although it was good to be good to myself, I have a lot of people relying on me to be healthy and strong.

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