The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova, truly is worth sinking your teeth into! ;)
I've been trying to post a brief review for a few weeks now and may never get it done. Go ahead and read it, if you haven't. I might have an actual review by the time you're done!
(I realize it was a hit about five years ago but, as usual, I'm a bit behind!)
I never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it. ~ William Faulkner
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Busted
Trying the "Sugar Busters" plan again but forget to check some things that really ought to be safe--at least, in my mind! My husband bought a platter of deviled eggs from the store for the SuperBowl. I usually make my own but he knows the kids like them and he was buying other snacks.
So, now that I've snagged quite a few for myself over the past two days--now...I look at the nutrition info and ingredients. Sugar AND corn syrup. Both. In deviled eggs. Why?
So, now that I've snagged quite a few for myself over the past two days--now...I look at the nutrition info and ingredients. Sugar AND corn syrup. Both. In deviled eggs. Why?
Thursday, February 04, 2010
In Xanadu...
Natalie mentioned Kubla Khan so I asked her if she had any idea who he was.
"We studied him!" she says.
"Who was he?"
"I don't remember."
"Good guy or bad guy?"
She has no idea. So while she's thinking, I start rambling...I've forgotten most of it, of course, but I remember the first line or two...
In Xanadu, did Kubla Khan, a stately pleasure-dome decree...
This is as far as I got. The toddler kept shouting "BE QUIET!" everytime I tried to recite the darn thing. Every. Time.
My pleasure dome would be silent.
"We studied him!" she says.
"Who was he?"
"I don't remember."
"Good guy or bad guy?"
She has no idea. So while she's thinking, I start rambling...I've forgotten most of it, of course, but I remember the first line or two...
In Xanadu, did Kubla Khan, a stately pleasure-dome decree...
This is as far as I got. The toddler kept shouting "BE QUIET!" everytime I tried to recite the darn thing. Every. Time.
My pleasure dome would be silent.
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