i have been too preoccupied with my new book that i am currently reading to blog lately, to say nothing of soccer and birthdays.  (my BABY brother is 30 today!  oh my goodness…sooo not possible!)  my sister called me and told me to hurry up and get this book she was in the middle of reading that was going to change her life, not yet, but soon.  and could i please just read it and…  and… and…  the funny thing about that conversation is that we have it a lot but usually it is the other way around.  i am desperately trying to get her (um, and maybe everyone i know) to read something.  and selfishly, it is usually because i just need someone else to talk about it with.  did you not just think it was so hysterical when he came in with that turkey?? i think that this is what the rest of my family is experiencing when they discuss (in depth i tell you!) why they think so-and-so got kicked off of american idol.  the philosophical discussions over our culture that pour out from these people over this television show are fascinating to me.  and yet, i am on the outside.  i can’t really add to the conversation.  which is fine.  but sometimes i have to demand that they all read a book about which i am currently having a conversation with just myself.  so i can feel less crazy.  or something.  (note to currently out of town family members: please, spare me the begging and just go ahead and get this book while you’re galavanting around warm sunny places without me.  and please read it before you come back so we can oust american idol at the next sunday lunch and talk about my book.)

so why am i not finishing my book right now instead of blogging?  well my husband stole it this morning.  he said he would bring it home at lunch, thus not taking away any of my reading time since i was going to be at bsf all morning anyway, sly, eh?  and really, right now i should be cooking for the group of saints that are coming over to my house for dinner (of course, i’m making this again because they haven’t tried it yet!  and that’s just the kind of love i have for these people!), but i can hardly cook for the stirring and stewing that i am doing right now over needing wanting my book back.  i could hardly pay attention at bsf because i was replaying stories from my book in my head, plotting how i could finish reading it and still serve dinner on time.  that, and well, i have to admit that i have been very preoccupied with this new girls’ tattoo on her foot and i really really really want to ask her about it, but since i am a big wimp, it will take me like three more weeks and bsf will be over by then.  i should take berit with me because she will ask anyone anything.  oh my goodness, i am not even kidding.  she asked these random strangers at the park what the deal is with the big cases of frisbees that frisbee golfers carry around.  craziness abounds, i tell you.  who knew that you needed more than one frisbee to play frisbee golf?  these guys made my food issues look like small potatoes.  anyway, this new gal in my group definitely has a story behind her tattoo and who doesn’t love a good story, so i plan to fish it out very soon.  after i finish my book.  so stay tuned.