Randomizer, Version 1.5

Today's letter to blogdaddy RSM begins as such: "Don't worry, I've already blogged about this..." I just thought that was funny.

I have taken up crochet. Again. I was taught both crochet and knitting by my grandmother when I was wee little, then promptly forgot when the visit ended. During the summer between freshman and sophomore years of college, I was reintroduced by a lovely woman at the local Episcopal church when I showed up for the Wednesday knitting group. No one had an extra set of knitting needles, but she had her crochet projects with her too, and she took the time to get me started on another square for the afghan she was making for a family in Afghanistan (the irony was not lost on me). Now I'm hard at work on a blanket for a friend in Kosovo. He probably won't get it until he's home for Christmas, but it's still cold Stateside in the winter. He may or may not go to Iraq shortly after the new year, so we'll see. If not, he's planning on going back to school. I'm proud of him for that; he's too smart not to graduate.

My new meds are making me eat like a horse. My appetite is voracious and insatiable. DH and I stuffed ourselves to the point of pain with buffalo wings tonight, and my brain still says "EEEAT...EEEEAT..." like a freaking zombie. Good thing is, I can still feel my belly screaming in overstuffed pain, so that deters me from finding a snack. I'm still hungry, though. Dammit.

I'm backed up on the books I need (want) to read. I have a stack on the bookshelf, in the order in which I wish to read them, and it's higher than it's ever been before. I'm reading two at the same time right now (it's easy for me, I don't get the storylines or characters mixed up) and one of them is a Heinlein. He's always been a challenge for me to read, not because of the storyline or the language (both of which I enjoy immensely), but the fact that he details EVERYTHING that happens, throws in the characters' thought processes, talks about many "what ifs" in the storyline... There's just a lot to read to get the plot out of it. I really liked and appreciated Heinlein's style when I read "Stranger In A Strange Land" (why can I not underline??) because the reader had to have as much of the characters' thought processes as possible to grok. In an action book such as "The Cat Who Could Walk Through Walls", however, it slows me down. Maybe it's just me and my mindset at the moment, but I feel like I'm slogging through this book. Next in line is "The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress", along with some Tami Hoag, Sandra Brown, Mary Higgins Clark, and Orson Scott Card, who wrote one of my all-time favorites (if I ever had to make a list) "Ender's Game". I can't wait.

DH has been constantly downloading stuff for his new XBox. I'm glad it has some things I'd like too, like episodes of NCIS and Invader Zim. He's been playing Uno nonstop for hours.
Dammit, I just messed up and I don't know how. He can see that I'm busy on the laptop, but he just put the other controller down beside me and announced, "I want you to play with me." That threw me off kilter, as I'm busy blogging here, and I said, "Well can you ask me instead of making it sound like an order?" Looks like I just started a fight. Again.
I'm done for the night.