Brin's Books

I like stealing things. My friend blogged a post about the first book she read this summer. I think she's going to put more, but maybe not. I don't know what her plans are. But either way, it gave me an idea.

Lately, and also throughout the years, I've wished I had a list of what books I've read, and how many times each. Unfortunately the library does not keep a record of what you've checked out once it's been returned and fines paid for. I've read way too many books to know by memory, plus my memory is less than stellar.

But why not start now?
Also, I've been very happy lately and being happy makes me extra talkative, and I like my blog because I can talk to it and it doesn't matter if people have to listen to me ramble.

And I just decided I will make a new blog just for my books.

Brin's Books

Enjoy! Or ignore, whichever you prefer.

Vcott's Venue

I love making people happy!

Especially when they make me laugh in the meantime.

Vcott's Venue

Day 28 - Don't Poke Me!

Day 28 - A picture of something you’re afraid of.

I am petrified of needles. The fact that the above picture (let alone the other pictures that came up in my search) and simply the word "needles' makes me squirm and get a little light headed should be testament enough of that. Ugh. So I will probably never give blood unless absolutely necessary. I've avoided for as long as possible getting shots that have been needed and promptly blocked out any memories of those I couldn't get out of. This last time, over a year ago, I decided that my fear, though common, is irrational and surely just a little *prick* is really not that bad. So I tried to brave it up. It is utterly disgusting how much that prick, the only one I have not successfully blocked out, haunts me...to the point where saying or typing "prick" in that context makes me want to puke. Luckily I am not so bad as some who faint when they get shots...but I've never fainted for anything so maybe that's just a different issue. If you try to talk about shots or needles or giving blood around me for more than a few seconds, I will leave, if possible, or close my eyes and start humming in the attempt to block you out. Don't take my tears and pale face personally, it's just not a reaction I'm good at controlling.

Day 27 - Silly Sisters

Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member.

How about two?

These pictures are about 5 years old.
That summer the three of us had loads of fun and took advantage of being sisters. Then Teresa left to leave us for another sibling -- something about growing up and getting out -- and Celeste left me for a mission. This was the last day we had together and we made the most of it.

Aren't photo shoots so much fun? =D

Attraction

Just a quick girly post Just because I can

John took me to see the newest X-Men movie for my birthday. Hugh Jackman made his 30-second sexy appearance, and John squeezed my hand. That man is the only celebrity that consistently makes me need to wipe my chin. X-Men definitely doesn't help that at all. 

Hey, he's delicious!

John said he's glad I like Hugh Jackman. It makes me a normal human being.

He might have said something like 

it makes John better because if I'm so attractive to that sexy beast that makes John more of a sexy beast....

or maybe that comment was just in my head?

In any case, it's still normal to be attracted to other people when married, right?

For me, I'm usually not attracted to guys' appearances until I get to know them. 

I know every girl says that, 

but I'm telling the truth, I swear. 

I wasn't even physically attracted to John until AFTER I decided to like him.

In any case, after my first decision to like John 

and before our first date, I got really attracted to this one guy. 

The fact that he wouldn't stop staring at me probably didn't hurt that. 

Actually, it's the only reason I even noticed him at all.

But then I did notice him. Oh boy did I notice him. 

We talked, we flirted, I facebook stalked...

He was almost 10 years older than me.

But he was ridiculously attractive.

The problem?

I keep seeing his picture, and get a little dizzy. 

Perhaps it's because I made a conscious decision to stop that road cold-turkey because 

John is perfect for me, 

and my head still likes to lazily wonder where it could have gone.

Perhaps it's because I loved to flirt with him. 

Hey, he was like a male version of me in that way and it was addicting.

Perhaps it's because he's the only guy I've ever come across who I actually considered as "my type."

And perhaps it's just because he's ridiculously attractive.

In any case, it's a little annoying to have my heart race every time I scroll down facebook and his face flies by.

Just sayin'

Day 24 - Sweet Love

Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change.



It really is the only thing that there's just too little of!

Seriously, how much better would the world be if everyone loved a little more? Or a lot more? Everything would fall into place if everyone loved more. :)

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Day 23 - Happily Marry After

Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.

The second picture is the book that I actually read, but the first one conveys the book a little better. I never did understand the cover before. 

Picking a favorite book is hard for me. I love all books, almost. I love to read, anyhow. I used to devour books. I still do when they're good, but now I try to read more classics so it takes me a bit more to get through them. 

Pipit's Song hit a chord when I read it, so I loved it. I don't even know what chord that would be. My guess could be that I hunger for romance novels that continue on after the wedding. 90+% of chick flicks and romance novels just stop once the couple ends up together. Yeah, that's sweet, but why should we take their happily ever after as granted? 

Working through marriage is the hardest part of love, and the most rewarding. 

I know we shouldn't take media as examples of life, but we all know that we all do at least a little. I have lots of examples of marriages in my life, but I want more. What makes a happy marriage? Tell me how. Tell me why. This book does a little, and I love it.