I feel as though I have come full circle here on this blog.
My very second blog post was written on August 17, 2008, over 7 years ago. Guess what it was about? I titled it I CAN read fiction! (Click on title to read the post…it’s not long, very short.) In summary it was about me devouring the Twilight series. (No groaning allowed 😉 )
Stephenie Meyer released a 10 year anniversary edition of Twilight last week. Guess I was 3 years late finding it. I’m glad because I was able to read all the books in a row. It would have been very difficult to wait in between books to see what would happen next…especially between New Moon and Eclipse.
Anyway, included in the 10 year anniversary edition is a bonus book titled Life and Death, subtitled Twilight Reimagined. I had no idea what to think about this. Stephenie changed Bella into Beau and Edward into Edythe. It was a gender swap. However, it doesn’t mean all she did was change the names. Edythe and Beau are different personalities. I read some reviews the day it came out. Reviewers were bashing Stephenie saying all she did was change the names. This is not true. The beginning of Life and Death does start the same as Twilight, but there are changes to the story along the way. For example, Twilight is all about a love triangle between Edward, Jacob and Bella. There is no love triangle in Love and Death. Jacob’s character has a double in the reimagined version named Julie, but there is hardly a relationship between Julie and Beau. They are basically acquaintances. That is the only spoiler I will reveal. Except, hear me when I say this: THE ENDING IS NOT THE SAME AS TWILIGHT.
Personally, I felt in a sense, it was ALMOST like I was reading Twilight for the first time again. I’m sure it helps that it’s been 7 years since I read it. However, again, the change of the genders does make it different. Interestingly enough, even though there is no relationship between Julie & Beau, there wasn’t as much exchange between Edythe and Beau as between Edward and Bella…not as sappy. I like sappy though. It was still good. I believe any true Twilight fan will appreciate this bonus book. I wasn’t expecting it, so I was pleasantly surprised.
I will forever be grateful for the imaginary world of Twilight. It has opened my world to fantasy fiction…an escape I love. Somehow, though, I’m not sure there will ever be another series like Twilight in my lifetime. I have yet to find one in the 7 years since reading it.
Thank You Stephenie Meyer,
I’m running again!
It’s a good thing, because I can’t fit into any of my clothes. I can’t stand going shopping for new clothes if I have to go up a couple of sizes. Boo! I don’t care how cute the outfit is, if I have bigger hips or thighs or whatever…it doesn’t look good on me.
Weight gain doesn’t usually make for the best of running circumstances. It’s harder to run pulling that extra weight along. But, I have some helpful strategies I’m using I thought I would share.
It’s difficult mentally when I remember how I used to be able to run many miles without stopping. Running is easier when you realize mind over body matters quite a bit. I was happy when I was able to run a certain path without stopping today. It’s good to celebrate small milestones along the way. I’m telling myself, if I could do it once, I can do it again. Good self talk and praise is very important to keep you going, not just today, but for many days of future physical fitness.
Over the summer, I had the opportunity to go to Young Living’s yearly convention. Something presented to me in that convention has changed my thinking about daily exercise. A doctor, Olivier Wenker, asked:
Yes, I was at the end of my chair wanting to know the answer:
Ta da! Isn’t that awesome?! So on the days I’m not running much, when the majority of my exercise is walking, I don’t feel bad. I’m doing something very good for myself. Hubby always says, “some exercise is ALWAYS BETTER than no exercise.” So even if I’m not losing weight or inches, I am REDUCING Alzheimers, progression to diabetes, cancers, hip fractures, anxiety & depression (big one for me,) arthritis pain, and premature death.
Otherwise, I love the following graphic I found on pinterest:
P.S.: You can read all my posts about running by clicking on the category to the left sidebar (towards the top) called “Running Brings Joy.” 😉
Walking & Running Bring Joy,
This last weekend was heavenly. Many of my family members, including both sets of parents came to visit us this weekend. I can’t begin to explain the joy it brought me to have everyone here. I would find myself smiling as laughter wafted through the house.
The main reason which brought family in town was Alice…the one act play derived from Alice in Wonderland. My youngest daughter has embraced my thespian side. She was cast as the Dormouse in this school play.
However, Saturday happened to be my Mom’s Birthday! We used this opportunity to hold a party of sorts for both her and my Son who turned 17 last week. It was casual. We had BBQ, cake and watched both the Texas Rangers & Alabama (my Mom went to Alabama for 2 years) games.
My Daughter had to leave the party early Saturday to prepare for the play. She didn’t see the gifts I bought for her Grandmother. Here’s a conversation I had with my Daughter on the way home from school yesterday:
Me: “I received a text from Grandmother today. She said she is loving her new Taylor Swift CD.”
Her: “You gave her a Taylor Swift CD?”
Me: “Yes, 1989.”
Me: “She likes Taylor Swift. I found out since she has been visiting she didn’t have a copy, so I thought it would be the perfect gift! Why do you sound surprised?”
Her: “Because, I thought she liked old people music.”
We then had a discussion about how my mom likes all kinds of music. It was a good teaching opportunity for me to explain how music isn’t generational. Personally, I really love it when an album can be listened and enjoyed by several generations. I believe Taylor Swift’s 1989 does just that. I believe the only other CD I have gifted as much as 1989 would be Mindy Gledhill’s Winter Moon & Anchor albums.
Despite the couple of bad words in Taylor’s 1989, it is a remarkable album with up tempo and slow songs for every kind of mood. Plus, every time I hear about the amount of money she gives to someone in need, I don’t mind spending the money on her album. She earned every penny with her excellent lyrics. I’m happy to support an artist who appears to be a genuine person in spite of her fame. Keep up the good work Taylor! Our family is enjoying your music.
Oh blog, how I’ve missed you.
Music Brings Joy,
I’ve been on this earth now for 45 years. It’s surreal. I’m kind of having a hard time with that today.
It’s not really because I’m closer to 50 than 40. It’s not the age thing. It’s the lack of celebrating thing. I like Birthdays. I like to make birthdays special for the people around me, because it’s not supposed to be just an ordinary day. It’s the day you came into this world.
When I was a kid, my parents held birthday parties for me. I got a special cake, invited my friends, opened gifts. As I got older, we would always at least have a family party of some kind, even if it was going out to eat at a restaurant.
As an adult, my birthdays, a lot of times, are just like any other normal day…especially if they are on a week day like today. This morning my Son remembered and said Happy Birthday first thing when he saw me. That was pretty special, as he didn’t really say Happy Mother’s Day on Mother’s Day. I’ll cut him some slack since he just had broken his arm and wasn’t feeling well. My youngest Daughter did her normal, I’m not a morning person yelling at me this morning before school. She was actually a little stinker. Right as she got out of the car for school she says, “Oh and happy birthday,” with a snarky tone to her voice. Lovely.
No balloons or banners for Shannon. Nope. Hubby was on call last night and not home.
For some reason there is tradition that we don’t open gifts until dinner time. Well, I might have to break tradition today and go ahead and open the gift my mom sent, alone. Me. Party of one.
I guess I’ve learned I haven’t made good enough friends here to invite me to go have lunch for my birthday. That stings. I could have asked someone, but things have been a little crazy in our life. I will have to explain about that later.
So I sit at the computer soaking up every one of the birthday wishes I have received on Facebook. Thank goodness for Facebook on Birthdays. It’s really the only way people would know my birthday.
A few years ago one of my friends surprised me with a huge banner in the front of our yard that her kids & she made. That was super awesome! (Thanks again for that K!)
One year I thought to myself, “I’m going to throw myself a birthday party.” And I did. I was turning 36. We were about to move from Tyler, TX to OK. It was kind of a goodbye/birthday party. I decided to make it an 80’s themed party. It was a total blast! One of the best birthday parties I’ve ever thrown. This morning on my walk around the neighborhood I decided when I turn 50, in 5 years I’m going to throw myself another birthday party. It’s going to be big and hopefully make up for all the lonely & uncelebrated birthdays in between my 36th birthday party and my 50th birthday party.
I’m going to tell you a secret…I’ve always hoped someone would throw me a surprise party. To me, the surprise party is the ultimate in knowing you have friends and they care about you. I’ve given up hope that is going to happen.
I ran into one friend while I was out walking this morning and a different friend called me. Neither one of them wished me a happy birthday. Guess they haven’t been on Facebook.
It feels like I’m not special enough to celebrate.
This whole post feels awful. I’m just being a sulking, selfish, crabby pants. But this is how I feel. And this is my blog…and I can whine if I want to. Guess I’m hoping it will make me feel better to get it out, but as I read back over it, I feel like someone will judge me and think bad of me. I don’t think too many people read my blog anymore so it won’t matter.
Connecting with people is important. Celebrating people is important. Why do birthdays have to be this way for adults? I’ve heard people say most of my life, “birthdays aren’t fun anymore when you’re an adult.” I’ve also heard, “Birthdays are for children.” But why is that? Why can’t we celebrate we’ve lived as long as we have? Why wish any adult a Happy Birthday, then, if it’s supposed to suck?
And one more thing. Have your kids make an effort for your spouses birthday. I remember my Dad taking us to the store and having us pick out a gift and card for my Mom for her birthday. It truly isn’t the actual gift that matters, it’s the thought behind it…seriously, I’m not trying to be cliche. The act of DOING something for someone you care about. It’s a way to show you care about that person and think they are special.
I have a confession to make.
I’m an audio book junkie.
Yep, that’s all.
I’m still alive.