50 in 2012: Book Thirty

How to Pick a PeachHow to Pick a Peach by Russ Parsons

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

The second library book I’ve bought recently within minutes of picking up.

I do not possess the magic skill of knowing how to pick ripe fruit. Or vegetables.

I thump watermelons. Unsure of what I am really listening for but everyone else seems to pick up, thump, shake their head, and place in cart. I simply follow hoping no one stops me to ask me my watermelon-picking philosophy.

Over time, I have learned that a ripe pineapple can be chosen if one of the top leaves can be easily plunked out. Ripe avocados are soft to the touch and if the little stem thingy is removed and green can be seen…good pick. Red peppers are supposed to be thump-able, too soft means no bueno. Not scientific, not always accurate…

I stumbled upon this book and loved it immediately. Broken up by season, fruits and veggies are discussed: brief historical analysis, how to choose, how to store, how to prepare and finally recipes are provided for each.

Nothing earth shattering poignant, but definitely an enlightening read for me…hoping I can now venture out of my everyday fruit and veggie comfort zone and try some new things.


50 in 2012: Book Twenty Nine

Best Kept SecretBest Kept Secret by Amy Hatvany

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

“We’re only as sick as our secrets”…

An ingenuous tale that illustrates the depths of despair and grief involved with alcoholism and the struggle to conquer the addiction. Cadence’s honest and raw story brought tears to my eyes and broke my heart. There were times I wanted to shake her, hold her, yell at her. Her struggle with alcoholism was painfully crafted with such realism, it was hard to close the book upon reading the last page knowing her struggle would never really end.

A horrifically bad drinking binge brings the scope of Cadence’s problem to a head as she blacks out in front of her son, Charlie, forcing her ex-husband to pick him up and attempt to pick up the pieces of the mess she had made of herself and her life. Stumbling, denying, and eventually finding the strength to fight for her son, Cadence’s story is one that could belong to anyone.

She finds herself struggling to accept her new reality: she had a college degree, owned a home, had a career. In her mind, alcoholics were the complete opposite of her. So she thought.

Profound questions are brought up: the social stigmas of alcoholism and women versus men, moms versus dads, a woman losing custody of her child versus a man. The dissolution of a marriage where people have truly drifted apart, no major fouls. At what point did their marriage beyond repair?

A book that will stick with me long after having finished it. A cautionary tale of many sorts…


TRI Training Check In: Humbling Lessons in Gear Vanity

It wasn’t until recently that I truly realized just how LITTLE you really need to run: good shoes, maybe a hat, maybe some music…and out you go. Swimming: not so much. Biking: not so much.

SWIMMING

Bare necessities: pool (I am assuming that filling my kid’s plastic pool, lying on my belly, and kicking won’t suffice), suit, swim cap, goggles. Finding a pool, not so easy. Braving the pool, not so easy. The swim portion will be the hardest part for me, in that I have had the least amount of practice. It has also pushed me waaaaay out of my comfort zone: parading around in a suit is not my cup of tea, but I am doing it. Reluctantly. Throw in the added bonus of doing so with a swim cap…I die a little each time.

First order of business, finding a lap swim suit. Apparently, they are made for the tall, hipless, booty-less types out there. Every.single.suit cuts into my behind: not flattering. Reason #245, 967 why I love running more: the pants make your booty look FABULOUS. Thighs compressed. No jiggle-age. The walk from the bench to pool in the suit: wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle…

Suit: on. Swim cap: on- I bite it and then pull over my head, almost suffocating. I am guessing there is a better way? Goggles: on.

I hop into the pool. COMPLETELY unsure of any “lap swim etiquette”…there are only two lanes open in this particular pool. Three others, next to the swim team practice. No thanks. Off I go, one lap, two laps…and I quickly learn that I am incapable of counting laps beyond four. I had every intention of keeping track, not so much. The ladies next to me appeared to have some sort of routine: freestyle, kick board, swim hand paddle thingies…I felt like a poser. No extra gear. Just got in and swam…my enthusiasm was obvious, no?

BIKING

Bare necessities: bike, helmet, bike shorts. I am guessing there won’t be many people racing the TRI with a mountain bike. From Target. I took it to have the flat wheels fixed and laughed at the fact that it cost half as much as the entire bike, not a good sign. Also, not a fan of the helmet. It jacks up my ponytail. And I tried wearing hat underneath but that didn’t work out so well.

Determined to train for this TRI, I headed out on my newly fixed tires. Helmet: check. “Fancy” bike: check. New tri shorts: check. Again, I felt immediately lost and missed the familiarity and comfort of running…the shorts fit all janky. The sticky band at the bottom doesn’t agree with my “athletic” thighs and makes more bulges in places where I don’t need any help. And I feel a twinge of anxiety when I have to pass someone, walking, biking or otherwise. I make a beep, beep noise with my mouth, I don’t have a bell, the people look at me like I am crazy. Maybe they are jealous of my awesome bike? I figure next time, I steal Jake’s “Cars” bugle horn and beep away…again, my enthusiasm radiates, no?

So, here I sit about a month out, woefully unprepared but determined to get it done. More worried about the jiggle-age: running from the swim to the bike, in a SUIT than the overall race. And realizing just how vain I really am. Thank you, compression capris for all that you have one for me and my booty and thighs. I have wondered for the last few months why I haven’t met many runners who have turned into triathletes- it seems to be mostly swimmers and bikers. From the ease of just getting up and going, to the butt flattering gear, running feels so much easier. Swimming and biking appear to need more time, commitment, money, and effort to get done…the one perk of biking so far, getting my biggest little man involved in the training:

T-minus two months til game day…


The Color Run

I don’t think any of us had any idea what we were getting ourselves into…

COMPLETELY UNLIKE any race I have ever run before:

* no timing chip

* no time clock

* white shirts worn by allllllllll runners

* 40,000 pounds of colored powder to be dispersed upon all runners

BEFORE: all smiles despite freezing coooooold and crisp white shirts…

AFTER:

Definitely one of the craziest, most laid back races I have ever run. Claimed to be the most fun you’ll everrrrrr have while running…and it was fun indeed. Can’t wait for The Color Run take two in a few weeks. A few lessons learned: Ziplock back for my phone, the powder got everywhere, including inside my running belt. Baby wipes = lifesaver, yay for the mommy pack in the car. BIGGER sunglasses for the next race…


50 in 2012: Book Twenty Eight

Angelina's Bachelors: A Novel with FoodAngelina’s Bachelors: A Novel with Food by Brian O’Reilly

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Only pages into the book, Angelina’s husband Frank goes downstairs to putter around the kitchen in search of a midnight snack, as he often does when he can’t sleep; however, on this night, he does not return. Suffering a heart attack, he dies alone, quietly while Angelina sleeps upstairs. She discovers his motionless body the next morning.

Stunned, shocked, and heart-broken Angelina is forced to pick up the pieces and move on. Having given up her dreams of culinary school to care for her sick parents, she finds a miraculous offer presented to her: cook for a neighboring bachelor, breakfast and dinner, for a monthly salary. Before she knows it, she is cooking for a full house. The men quickly become family to her and care for her when she needs it the most…

A super easy read. Cute story. Dying to try many of the recipes included in the book.


50 in 2012: Book Twenty Seven

How to Bake a Perfect LifeHow to Bake a Perfect Life by Barbara O’Neal

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Ramona Gallagher mastered the art of bread making while surviving one of the most turbulent phases of her life: teenage pregnancy. Now, grown and asked to look after her daughter Sophia’s teenage stepdaughter while Sophia travels to be by her wounded soldier’s side, Ramona turns to the one thing that has always been a consistent source of calm…her bread. Katie has been abandoned by everyone she loves in one way or another: her addict mother has been arrested and carted off to jail, her father deployed to Afghanistan, her stepmother travels to be by her father’s side, leaving Katie utterly alone with a stranger she has never met before: Ramona.

The subplot of Ramona’s daughter and her severely wounded husband was far more poignant to me than the actual main story. His struggle to adjust to his new standard of life and come to grasps with his new reality brought me to tears. All the while, his eight month’s pregnant wife remains steadfast by his side. I wish their story was given more weight. An easy, okay read…


50 in 2012: Book Twenty Six

The Kitchen DaughterThe Kitchen Daughter by Jael McHenry

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

A book with so many layers I am struggling to articulate my review…

On the surface, it’s a book about the oddly peculiar Ginny Selvaggio and her struggle to pick up the pieces after the sudden and tragic death of her parents. Extraordinarily sheltered and shy, she rarely leaves her home, holing herself up in her closet to calm herself. Her older sister, Amanda tries to step up and act as caretaker and protector for her younger sister, a role previously played by their mother. Amanda constantly fears for Ginny’s safety.

As Ginny retreats to the kitchen, finding solace in the one thing that has always calmed her nerves: food, she discovers she has the ability to channel the spirit of  loved ones who have passed via the smell of their recipes. Each ghost helps Ginny piece together the scattered puzzle pieces of her life.

Ultimately, it is the ghost of her father who brings the most clarity and presents perhaps the most poignant parts of the novel: what is normal? Ginny learns that she and her father share more than she ever imagined…

Again, so many various layers, like one of Ginny’s main sources of calm: an onion, this book is likely best digested in more than one sitting. A story of the demands placed on family members when one has special needs, the devastating aftermath of tragic losses, and the normalcy in struggling to pick up all the pieces..
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50 in 2012: Book Twenty Five

The Last Letter from Your LoverThe Last Letter from Your Lover by Jojo Moyes

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Jennifer Sterling wakes up in a hospital with no memory of who she was just moments before: her name, what she was doing, who the man is sitting next to her bed…

In the days following her accident, she begins to piece together fragments of what must have been her life, but she never quite feels as though it all makes sense. There always seems to be something missing, something big. As she begins to place faces and feelings, she realizes there is in fact something missing; however, in 1960 one’s name and reputation trumps happiness and marital issues are often pushed aside in order to maintain one’s social standing. While riffling through her closet, searching for clues as to whom she really was, she discovers a passionate letter signed by a simple initial, “B”. In it, a plea to her to run away, follow her heart, and leave all she has ever known behind…

But she can’t remember anything. The initial doesn’t spark any memories. Who is this man? What was she doing with him? Did she really love him? As she embarks on a journey to discover answers, she finds herself forced to make impossible decisions.

And then the author switches to a new, modern story line. Jennifer Sterling’s story ends, without resolution, and we meet Ellie Haworth, a struggling journalist. It is now 2003, she finds the old letter and desperately wants to know what happened.

Ellie’s search for answers weaves the two story lines together. Ellie feels as though the letters speak to her and her own personal problems. Jennifer’s courage and strength inspires her to do what she needs to do. The words penned on the letter by this mysterious “B” are the most beautiful and passionate she’s ever read…

An interesting look at how modern day texting and e-mailing has replaced handwritten letters and often times, more poetic and heartfelt language. The dynamics of marriage, relationships, and monogamy are also explored: is cheating by a man different from that of a woman? I go back and forth about to rate this book. I loved most of it but there were some questionable gaps and story choices that leave lingering questions…I definitely couldn’t put it down. I had to know what happened and what Jennifer Sterling was doing on the day she ended up in the hospital, nearly losing her life…


Summer Bucket List 2012

One full month into Summer and we have knocked quite a few things off our bucket list and made lots of fun memories:

  1. Funderland
  2. Zoo Day
  3. Beach Adventure
  4. VACATION
  5. Little Farm
  6. Adventure Day
  7. Lake of the Pines
  8. Organize Books
  9. Library Summer Reading Challenge
  10. Discover a new park
  11. Laugh until I cry…
  12. Bake a pie
  13. Run through the sprinklers
  14. Book club
  15. Magic Mountain Playground
  16. Plant something (anything)
  17. Scrap/craft night
  18. Movie date with all three boys
  19. Pro Baseball Game
  20. FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN

Summer Bucket List: Lake of the Pines