<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547785505585694441</id><updated>2011-10-04T19:47:57.236-04:00</updated><category term='Joke'/><category term='a whine fest'/><title type='text'>Book Girl's babble</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Butterfly Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895048499095245851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SMsvVC08IOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lQ8GaApmubY/S220/12177729.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547785505585694441.post-8611609066197687279</id><published>2008-11-07T22:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:20:17.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to babysit the most adorable little girl today.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;The family I mentioned in a recent post.   The little girl is 5 years old and was home sick from school today.  :(    So we read a book and played games online all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there visiting even after her parents and brother were home.  I adore that family.   The kids are so cute and so polite. Though their mom would tell you they are little terrors ;)  But with  me they are great!  They listen to everything I say and they are so great for their age.  What 5 year old would set up a little "sick caddy" so that she doesn't spread germs?  She had a little corner where she had tissues, a bucket and hand sanitizer for every time she touched her eyes or coughed or blew her nose!   That to me was amazing!  A 5 year old usually wouldn't be aware of that.. And would have to be told each and every time to use the sanitizer.  &lt;br /&gt;And her older brother is 9.. He brought home pretzels to his sister and father because he knew they were not feeling good.  How cute is that?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547785505585694441-8611609066197687279?l=morebooksforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/8611609066197687279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547785505585694441&amp;postID=8611609066197687279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/8611609066197687279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/8611609066197687279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-to-babysit-most-adorable-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Butterfly Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895048499095245851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SMsvVC08IOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lQ8GaApmubY/S220/12177729.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547785505585694441.post-756476231212853645</id><published>2008-11-06T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:22:41.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I got to visit with my friend Danielle.. She moved to Nevada a few years ago, so we only get to hang out once a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice time  :)  Not what most people would consider exciting lol  But perfect for her and I!   We went to the library sale which I got a ton of books &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;cheap!  Here is a list of the books I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are Harlequin Super Romance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Straight from the Heart by Linda Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Doctor's Daughter by Judith Bowen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Mother to His Children by K.N. Casper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Third Mrs. Mitchell by Lynette Kent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Witness by Linda Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Montana Dreaming by Nadia Nichols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Fire Within by Kathryn Shay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Man Like Mac by Fay Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These are Harlequin American Romance:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Marrying Kind by Judy Christenberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Runaway Cowboy by Judy Chistenberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Randall Hero by Judy Christenberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Best Man's Bride by Lisa Childs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forever His Bride by Lisa Childs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hannah's Baby by Cathy Gillen Thacker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Coal Miner's Wife by Marin Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smokey Mountain Home by Lynette Kent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reluctant Partners by Kara Lennox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good Husband Material by Kara Lennox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Mommy Bride by Shelley Galloway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Man of the Year by Lisa Ruff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An Honorable Texan by Victoria Chancellor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Firefighter in the Family by Trish Milburn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Dad for Her Twins by Tanya Michaels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Texas Lullaby by Tina Leonard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the library sale, we went to lunch at one of my favorite pizza/sub restaurants called Nick's Place.   We split a french fry and my personal all time favorite a Steak and Cheese CALZONE!!  It's amazing and apparently Danielle thought so too!  She was saying she couldn't wait to heat up her leftovers for dinner later.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Building 19.. Which is a big thrift type store.  We both got a bunch of socks!  LOL  They had some really cool soft cozy ones and I can't wait to put them on!   &lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Dunkin Donuts for Hot Chocolate..  I don't what it is about their hot chocolate.. but it's amazing!  I had a white hot chocolate this time, and it was so yummy.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a really fun day.  :)  Can't wait to dive into some of those books!   I love reading those little Harlequins these days.. They are such cute, feel-good stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547785505585694441-756476231212853645?l=morebooksforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/756476231212853645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547785505585694441&amp;postID=756476231212853645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/756476231212853645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/756476231212853645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-got-to-visit-with-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Butterfly Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895048499095245851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SMsvVC08IOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lQ8GaApmubY/S220/12177729.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547785505585694441.post-8127521848147367861</id><published>2008-10-31T23:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:53:30.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had planned to stay in and read The Seance by Heather Graham, while answering the door to Trick-or-Treaters tonight.. But instead I ended up being one of the Trick-or-Treaters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, well not me personally LOL...  But I went with my sister and her two friends to take  my 2  year old nephew.   :)&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want to put on his costume at all!   And at the first house we went to he wanted to run in the house to play with the kids and dog there!  &lt;br /&gt;But once he got the hang of it, he was a good boy and started holding up his pumpkin for "TREATS!!"     :)    So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little pizza party before we left the house..  There was about 10 of us eating this huge pizza and french fries..  It was so yummy!   My nephew prompted this, since this morning when my sister asked him if he wanted to go get some candy tonight he said "No, FRIES!"  So my mom had to be sure to get some fries for him.     :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun watching my nephew enjoy his first "real" Halloween.. He just had so much fun once he realized what it was all about...  We also walked through this Haunted House that was truly amazing!  It was at one of the houses we trick-or-treated at .. And I wish I had my camera with me to show the photos of the place!  They really put on a big show!  Even had a guy with a chainsaw at the exit door.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some photos of my nephew as a cowboy riding a horse!   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SRug5LiHaNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JX19ehsAZpo/s1600-h/SUC50447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SRug5LiHaNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JX19ehsAZpo/s320/SUC50447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267981093348796626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SRug5cLsTRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/zpVLIbE_gwY/s1600-h/SUC50448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SRug5cLsTRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/zpVLIbE_gwY/s320/SUC50448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267981097818148114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547785505585694441-8127521848147367861?l=morebooksforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/8127521848147367861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547785505585694441&amp;postID=8127521848147367861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/8127521848147367861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/8127521848147367861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-had-planned-to-stay-in-and-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Butterfly Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895048499095245851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SMsvVC08IOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lQ8GaApmubY/S220/12177729.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SRug5LiHaNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JX19ehsAZpo/s72-c/SUC50447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547785505585694441.post-5954474074354732896</id><published>2008-10-26T23:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:34:50.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About 4 days ago my friend Kym and I started Twilight by Stephenie Meyer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what I was about to begin.  I knew it was a bit of a craze.. I knew I had to wait almost 2 months to get a copy of it at the library because of its popularity.. And I knew it was a vampire story, which lately I've been a little sick of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't know is how amazing it was going to be!  How mesmerized I'd get!  How totally addicted and captivated I'd become with the characters of Bella and Edward!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now 65 pages from the completion of the story.. I want to go read the rest SO bad.. But there is something holding me back:  I DO NOT WANT THE STORY TO END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that even make sense? &lt;br /&gt;I've had this feeling with other books in the past, but never this intense.. There is just something about the amazing make up of this book.. The story, the characters, the writing.. It all comes together so perfectly that while reading this I feel as if I'm watching a movie in my mind.. It's not just a story.. I can feel it happening... It's so real its scary.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so amazed that any book could captivate me this much.. lol &lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has followed my &lt;a href="http://amysbooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Book Log Blog&lt;/a&gt; knows I've read a LOT of books over the past few years.. And not even 1 came close to making me feel so deeply about the characters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 quotes from this story spoken by Edward to Bella that I will probably remember for a very long time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like you've taken half my self away with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them gave me chills when I read them.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. enough gushing about the book!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should go start reading it again lol and savor those last 65 pages as much as I can.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547785505585694441-5954474074354732896?l=morebooksforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/5954474074354732896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547785505585694441&amp;postID=5954474074354732896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/5954474074354732896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/5954474074354732896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/2008/10/about-4-days-ago-my-friend-kym-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Butterfly Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895048499095245851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SMsvVC08IOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lQ8GaApmubY/S220/12177729.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547785505585694441.post-5721864028874577313</id><published>2008-10-17T11:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:13:24.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't finish Dawn's Light last night like I was supposed to.  :(  I feel bad too, since I promised my buddy reader (Kym) that I would! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to be 142 pages into Spells and Sleeping Bags by Sarah Mlynowski by this evening.. I haven't even started it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm about to hop into bed in a few minutes and try to read at least half of today's goal before I fall asleep and then try to do the other half plus tomorrow's original set goal tomorrow.  Hopefully I won't get too many distractions lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did finish Dawn's Light a little while ago and anyone interested in reading my thoughts on it can see it here: &lt;a href="http://amysbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-number-in-2008-45-book-from.html"&gt;Dawn's Light by Terri Blackstock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547785505585694441-5721864028874577313?l=morebooksforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/5721864028874577313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547785505585694441&amp;postID=5721864028874577313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/5721864028874577313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/5721864028874577313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-didnt-finish-dawns-light-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Butterfly Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895048499095245851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SMsvVC08IOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lQ8GaApmubY/S220/12177729.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547785505585694441.post-632685395657355309</id><published>2008-10-15T23:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:44:10.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized that I forgot to post here when I finished Nerd in Shining Armor! It was such a cute story and you can see my review for it here: &lt;a href="http://amysbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-number-in-2008-43-book-from.html"&gt;Nerd in Shining Armor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also finished Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World.. which you can see that review here: &lt;a href="http://amysbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-number-in-2008-44-book-from.html"&gt;Dewey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading Dawn's Light by Terri Blackstock, which is the 4th and final book in her Restoration series. What a gripping book! I'm reading this with my friend &lt;a href="http://kymmayfield.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kym&lt;/a&gt; and we made a 4 day plan which I originally thought would be slightly difficult.. But this book is so good that we actually sped forward today and now intend to finish it in 3 days (tomorrow)!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a crazy week (emotionally) ...Which you can read about in my previous post if you are so inclined to read a "novel"!!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;I'm really surprised I was even able to focus on reading at all.. Good thing they were 2 good books ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547785505585694441-632685395657355309?l=morebooksforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/632685395657355309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547785505585694441&amp;postID=632685395657355309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/632685395657355309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/632685395657355309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-realized-that-i-forgot-to-post-here_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Butterfly Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895048499095245851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SMsvVC08IOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lQ8GaApmubY/S220/12177729.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547785505585694441.post-1496069441334892021</id><published>2008-10-15T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:44:35.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a whine fest'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday night my cousin went to visit my sister and her son.. He brought them dinner.  Sounds like a nice story so far, right?&lt;br /&gt;Well it doesn't end up so nice..  OK let me start from the beginning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than seeing each other at my grandfather's wake a couple of weeks ago my cousin and sister had not seen each in over 10 years (probably closer to 12 years at our mutual grandfathers funeral).  Now some of you know, and some do not.. that my sister is a single mom of a 2 year old son and also a recovering substance abuser and alcoholic.  She is not trusted by most of the family and has done most of the things that I'm sure all addicts have done... She began her trip down this road when she was very young... maybe around 10-12 years old. &lt;br /&gt;Now my aunt has always tried to keep her sons away from my sister for fear they would follow her bad choices.   Partly because of this, my sister and I never truly got to know our cousins.  Though when we were young our (mutual) grandfather used to pick us all up for trips to the beach or park just to try to get us together..  My sister and youngest cousin (the one mentioned above) were always social butterflies and they clicked well and went off to play together.. while us 2 older ones were quiet and mostly kept to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to more recent times..&lt;br /&gt;At my grandfathers wake a couple of weeks ago my cousin showed up with my grandmother and aunt.  Before even finishing his "hello" to me he was already asking where he could find my sister.. I took him to where she was and they hugged and behind his back my sister was asking me who he was LOL..  That part is to prove that I do in fact know there has not been contact between them in all this time.. There was no doubt that she had no clue who he was lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While standing there I heard him ask for her phone number and say they should get together sometime soon and hang out.  And when he said goodbye to us, he again said to her that he would call her to hang out soon.  I was a bit put off since I only got a "goodbye cuz.. nice to see you."  However that is not the point to this story lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now on to Saturday afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;My sister called my grandmother to tell her that our cousin went to see her and brought her dinner.. She was calling her because she was so excited and my grandmother had recently said to her that she was always happy to hear when family gets together, so she thought my grandmother would be excited and happy to hear it as well.   My grandmother was not.   She started to grill my sister about what my cousin wanted.  what he went for.  what he said.  did he want to buy anything from her.  did he do anything while he was there. &lt;br /&gt;She grilled her for awhile.. my sister fell into the conversation without getting too upset, but was a bit put off that my grandmother reacted to her news like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister called me right after she talked to her and told me the entire conversation and all about my cousins visit.   I dreaded calling my grandmother because I knew she was going to be in a mood about it all.. and not a good one!  But being the good granddaughter that I am lol, I called her like I do every single day.  And then I got a bit of grilling of my own.  She was in a real nasty mood about it all and saying that my cousin went there for one reason only and that was to get drugs.  When I tried to change the subject she yelled at me.. When I tried to tell her that we don't know what went on since we were not there she yelled at me again.. This time she hurt my feelings pretty bad.. Told me I should use my brains for once in my life and open my eyes.. That I should know my cousin went there to get drugs.   This was totally ridiculous to me.  That she would even be this upset about something that she had no way of even knowing.. And then to take it out on me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hung up with her when another call came in, telling her I'd call her back.. My main reason for that was because I wanted to call my aunt to tell her my grandmother was upset and that she should call and check on her to calm her down.  Because obviously talking to me was not helping the situation any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to my aunt I called my sister back to tell her that my grandmother was upset and that maybe she shouldnt mention any future visits she may get from our cousin.. Well my sister being the hot head that she is got mad and had a bit of hissy fit.  She hung up on me to call my grandmother which I did NOT want her to do, since it would only upset her more.  SO I continued to call my sister back till she answered.. Which of course prompted a fight between us too LOL&lt;br /&gt;But I did get my point across and told her it was not a good idea to call right now when all of us were upset since it would be sure to blow up even worse.  She was mad though.. saying she was her grandmother too, and that she had every right to call her.  And that she just wanted to tell her that if she had something to say about her she should say it to her.   I tried to explain to my sister that those were fighting words..  But nothing I ever say to her means a darn thing anyway. But at least I did get her to not call... That day anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT on Monday my sister decided she would call her to "have a calm talk about what happened."   But with my sister there are no calm talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I of course do not know exactly what was said between the 2 of them since I was not on the phone with them or in either of their houses.. But I did listen to both of their sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard my grandmothers side first when I got a phone call from her saying "Do you wish I was dead too?"   I had no idea what she was talking about!   But she told me that my sister said she wished she was dead.  My grandmother said she told my sister that she has written her off and that she never wanted to talk to her ever again.  Now my grandmother said she said those words after my sister said what she said.   My sister told me more of a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister said that at the start of their conversation my grandmother still insisted that my cousin went there to do drugs.. My sister told her that she was hurting her feelings.  My grandmother told her that she didn't care that she hurt her feelings and that my sister was hurting her feelings as well since she "lured my cousin to drugs". &lt;br /&gt;And this was when the argument escalated enough that my grandmother said she has written my sister off and that is what pushed my sister to say she wished she was dead.. (not a nice choice of words, but also not that uncommon to my sister's temper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that my sister is telling the truth... Now let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I called my grandmother like I always do.. I didn't mention anything about my sister or their fight at all because I didn't want her to be upset  by it anymore than she already was.   We had a nice typical conversation about what we made for dinner/lunch, what she saw on TV.. just the usual chit-chat.  Until she asked me if I finished the laundry (she knew that my sister gave me a ton of laundry to do)  I wasn't thinking..she caught me off guard.  I said my sister's name.. Saying I hadn't even started the laundry because I wasn't feeling so great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started a conversation about the whole situation.  Again my grandmother gets on her assumptions that my cousin went there for drugs.  I tried to get her to see another side.   I told her the story about the wake and how my sister didnt know who my cousin was.. I told her the story about how when we were kids my sister and cousin got along great.  She kept trying to shoot my words down.. Saying that they were kids then and it doesn't matter.  Of course it mattered.. none of us forget that they got along then.. So it only stands to reason that they would want to connect now as adults? &lt;br /&gt;I pointed out that we really don't have the right to say anything about them visiting each other.. They are adults, they will do what they want and it's no one else's business.  He's 27 and she's 29 years old.. None of us are kids.   She told me that she has every right and that it IS her business and that my cousin needs to know the situation. I told her he does know the situation and always has.. No one in my family has hidden the fact that my sister was a drug user or that she is an unwed mother.. none of it is a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I said things that disproved her theory the more she got upset and mad at me... She didnt like that I was showing her things that she didn't know.  But that was my point.  I wanted her to see that there is a whole picture here that she isn't even looking at.  SO every time I told her something she didn't know she would tell me to stop talking and she didn't want to hear it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I told her telling me to shut up wasn't going to change that fact that she is basing her entire arugument on assumptions.  Do you know what she got out of that sentence?   "I didn't tell you to shut up!"   So I responded with "Telling me to stop talking or saying you dont want to hear what I have to say is the same as telling me to shut up."   She picked at this conversation like a 2 year old.. Said again that she didn't tell me to shut up.  So I responded with one word.. "Semantics"  And her response to that was "You're the one giving me semantics." &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in the 2 year old frame of mine with her and bounced right back saying that obvsioulsy she had no idea what the word even meant since saying that back to me made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response back to me was words of pure hate!  And the reason for this is because for the last 6 months dealing with my grandfather, my grandmother knew all the hard time and horrible things my grandfather said to me and she KNOWS which of those things hurt me the most.  So the words she chose to say to me was:  "You think you're so smart, don't you?? You're such a know it all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that she can not get this upset and start fights with everyone in the family when she doesn't know the truth.. That she can't base her argument on assumptions, because assumptions are not facts, and that none of us really know what they talked about or what they did when he visited her.&lt;br /&gt;Her answer to that was "These are my facts, I know what he went there for."&lt;br /&gt;This made me see a shade of red!   I could not get her to see my point no matter how I worded it.. So I again said that her "facts" are only assumptions... Facts are based on truths, things that we KNOW really happened and assumptions are only her guess.  She didn't like this much and now I'm back to being a "smart ass, know it all".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued to yell at me saying that I can not change her mind.. I told her I wasn't trying to change her mind..I was trying to get her to see that she wasn't looking at the whole picture and that I was trying to give her a few more pieces of the puzzle by telling her what I DID know... About when we were kids and what happened at my grandfather's wake 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that she needs to start thinking a little more about this because she was causing too much tention and that it is going to interfer with the relationships of the family and that if there is this much tension we won't be able to go out shopping or to lunch with my mom anymore, which I know she looks forward to.&lt;br /&gt;She told me she didn't care!   She then went on to say that she didn't care if I hated her, she didnt care if my mom hated her, or if my father hates her..  She didn't care!  &lt;br /&gt;This horrified me and I started to cry..  I repeated her words.. "You don't care if I hate you?  You don't care if your granddaughter hates you?"  She said "No, I'm perfectly happy being alone" &lt;br /&gt;I told her she was hurting my feelings..  Again she told me SHE DIDN'T CARE!!   Im in full fledge tears by this point.  How can she be so cruel to me after she knew what I just went through with my grandfather for 6 months before he died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point I really didn't have much argument left in me.. I kept pointing out that my sister and cousin were adults and that she is making a big deal of something that she shouldn't be and that things are never going to be the same now because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued to say she didn't care if I hated her and didn't care if I never call her again.. But left that choice up to me.  I was mad enough by the end of this conversation that I reverted back to teenage words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I should just be dead.. no one wants to listen to me.. I seem to be a know it all, that doesn't really know anything at all.  You don't seem to care if i'm dead or alive anyway since you don't "care" if I hate you or call you..  So maybe that's a better option.  Have a nice life, goodbye"  and I hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that was a 33 year old having a teenage meltdown. I said that because I wanted her to feel guilty for how she treated me.  Will she feel guilty?  Probably not, because as she pointed out many times during that conversation she doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is probably only half of all of the conversation since my brain is on overload and my hands are aching from all this typing (and probably your eyes hurt for any of you who actually made it to the end of this!)   But I am done for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that this upsets me greatly.. that of 4 grandparents I now only have 1 living and it doesn't look to me like there is going to be much conversation between us any time soon.   So apparently I have made 2 of my 4 grandparents hate me just by trying to help.  Nice huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547785505585694441-1496069441334892021?l=morebooksforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/1496069441334892021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547785505585694441&amp;postID=1496069441334892021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/1496069441334892021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/1496069441334892021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-realized-that-i-forgot-to-post-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Butterfly Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895048499095245851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SMsvVC08IOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lQ8GaApmubY/S220/12177729.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547785505585694441.post-4805854014248608737</id><published>2008-10-06T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:17:42.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This isn't going very well!  Not only did I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;finish Nerd in Shining Armor today, but I didn't even pick it up all day!  Not even once.  I did read a little bit last night.. but only 1 chapter, not 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up with a bit of pain in my stomach which slowed me way down...  I also had a lot to do and just couldn't focus on reading.   I had to stay at the other house all afternoon to wait for someone to come pick up the Life Line system from 1:00-4:00 and of course they didn't show up until 4:00!  But there is a lot to do still at the house with going through some of the junk in the drawers and throwing stuff out.  After that the refrigerator was delivered for the upstairs apartment and once it was in I helped my father get the doors back on and then got his dinner ready.  I had dinner with mom later and came home to take the dog out, feed him, wash dishes and start a load of laundry.  Now I'm finally sitting down and watching my soaps while on here.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to make a plan for tomorrow LOL  I don't seem to be sticking to it very well!  And it's not that the book isn't good, it is! It's really an adorable story.  :)  I'll just hope I finish it soon so I can start Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World by Vicki Myron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547785505585694441-4805854014248608737?l=morebooksforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/4805854014248608737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547785505585694441&amp;postID=4805854014248608737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/4805854014248608737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/4805854014248608737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-isnt-going-very-well-not-only-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Butterfly Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895048499095245851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SMsvVC08IOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lQ8GaApmubY/S220/12177729.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547785505585694441.post-2142314671774339685</id><published>2008-10-05T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:19:37.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I finish Nerd in Shining Armor, you ask?  Ummm, NO!!   Why?  Well because I decided to go out and play today instead. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to something called Jam Band.. It's a group of young kids who play instruments and sing old rock songs like Sweet Home Alabama, Hey Jude, Johnny Be Good and lots of others. :)&lt;br /&gt;They were surprisingly pretty good.. Which I should have known since the father of the family I babysit for is the one who teaches these kids and directs the band at the show.  The lead singer was a 10 year old girl who really had a great voice.  The only thing I thought could make it better was the volume of the band... it really drowned out that poor girls beautiful voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show the family invited me back to their house for a party and we had a nice time talking, had dinner and dessert and wine.  :)  They are such a nice family, and I feel very lucky to know them.  I must say though, their extended family is a bit nutty LOL  But a nice nutty bunch none-the-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new plan is to finish Nerd in Shining Armor sometime tomorrow.. I had really hoped to finish it tonight since it was actually due Thursday and I've got a few other library books checked out as well.  I'm watching Ghost Whisperer now and will watch Don't Forget the Lyrics after that... But maybe I'll be able to fit in 2 chapters before I fall asleep. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547785505585694441-2142314671774339685?l=morebooksforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/2142314671774339685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547785505585694441&amp;postID=2142314671774339685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/2142314671774339685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/2142314671774339685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/2008/10/did-i-finish-nerd-in-shining-armor-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Butterfly Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895048499095245851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SMsvVC08IOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lQ8GaApmubY/S220/12177729.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547785505585694441.post-3025673346843391416</id><published>2008-10-04T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:45:00.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this joke in an email from my friend Mary and just had to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and&lt;br /&gt;decides to  take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take  the boat out.&lt;br /&gt;She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her  book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along comes a Game Warden in his boat.&lt;br /&gt;He pulls up alongside the  woman and says, "Good morning, Ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Reading a  book," she replies, (thinking, Isn't that obvious?)&lt;br /&gt;"You're in a Restricted  Fishing Area," he informs her.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm  reading."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could  start at&lt;br /&gt;any moment. "I'll have to take you in and write you up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If  you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the  woman.&lt;br /&gt;"But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's  true, but you have all the equipment.&lt;br /&gt;For all I know you could start at any  moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have a nice day ma'am," and he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL:  Never argue  with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547785505585694441-3025673346843391416?l=morebooksforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/3025673346843391416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547785505585694441&amp;postID=3025673346843391416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/3025673346843391416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/3025673346843391416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-this-joke-in-email-from-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Butterfly Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895048499095245851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SMsvVC08IOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lQ8GaApmubY/S220/12177729.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547785505585694441.post-591597383778997608</id><published>2008-10-04T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:52:58.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a book log blog (&lt;a href="http://amysbooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://amysbooks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) where I keep a log of all the books I've read, rated and reviewed..  But I always hate adding other posts to it..  So I decided to start this new blog to post about books other than the log posts and of course other babble I may be thinking about.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm reading Nerd in Shining Armor by Vicki Lewis Thompson and finding it a fun light read  :)  Every night this week I've looked forward to getting lost in it for a while before bed. :)  I'm hoping to finish it this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547785505585694441-591597383778997608?l=morebooksforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/591597383778997608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547785505585694441&amp;postID=591597383778997608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/591597383778997608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547785505585694441/posts/default/591597383778997608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morebooksforme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-book-log-blog-httpamysbooks.html' title=''/><author><name>Butterfly Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895048499095245851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-idw9qH2XY/SMsvVC08IOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lQ8GaApmubY/S220/12177729.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
