Olympics Edition!
In light of the fact that the Olympics are taking place, I thought I would take time out to comment, even though I *do* have a class I’m supposed to be teaching, and a WIP (work in Progress that, at this particular moment, I’m extremely excited about) to say three things:
1. To China: I don’t usually get political on this blog (too many opinions, and I like to keep it light), but I think you guys are so borderline. In addition to your communist dictatorship and the oppression of your people (including rampant propaganda and lack of free speech) the fact that you’ve shown viewers fake fireworks and changed out a little girl in the opening ceremony because she was “not cute enough” is just pathetic. There’s no reason anyone should be suffocating under your cloud of ridiculous smog, and, in my opinion, no one should’ve invited you to host the Olympics.
Which leads me to:
2) To the little girls on the Chinese gymnastics team: Go home. We all know that there is no possible way that some of you are 16 years old. I hope that, when we get our people out safely so we don’t have to worry about your tyrannical prison camps, someone challenges your performance and takes back that gold medal you had to cheat to win.
(Which leads me to thank God I’m not living in China, because I’d be thrown in said prison camp for saying that.)
And finally:
3) To Michael Phelps: You’re a freakin’ fish. I’m not so sure I could handle your 12,000 calorie a day eating regimen because I don’t really like to cook, but hey, I love you just the same.
Have a great weekend!
Love,
Leigh
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
My legs are on fire.
Today . . . we went to the beach! I’m so glad . . . I think it’s been a year since I’ve seen the ocean, and, for someone who LIVES and BREATHES water . . . that’s just . . . too long.
So, we packed up and spent about two and a half hours today playing at the beach. We had a great time! The tide was going out, so we found tons of awesome seashells. I even found a sand dollar (!!) which is nothing short of amazing since I’m usually bringing home fairly homely, half-broken shells just to say I found something.
Now that I’ve rinsed off the sand and settled down, I’ve discovered my legs are on fire. That’s because they’re burnt. Yeah, I know. I lathered on the sunscreen as quickly as possible, which wasn’t quickly enough for my now three year old baby girl, who just . . . couldn’t wait another minute to jump in the surf.
The saddest thing is that the sunburn is interspersed with tanned fingerprints on the backs of my legs, where it’s obvious I attempted to lotion, but just didn’t quite make it. I’ve hit the aloe, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.
Worth it though! The ocean is *always* worth it.
Love,
~Leigh~
Today . . . we went to the beach! I’m so glad . . . I think it’s been a year since I’ve seen the ocean, and, for someone who LIVES and BREATHES water . . . that’s just . . . too long.
So, we packed up and spent about two and a half hours today playing at the beach. We had a great time! The tide was going out, so we found tons of awesome seashells. I even found a sand dollar (!!) which is nothing short of amazing since I’m usually bringing home fairly homely, half-broken shells just to say I found something.
Now that I’ve rinsed off the sand and settled down, I’ve discovered my legs are on fire. That’s because they’re burnt. Yeah, I know. I lathered on the sunscreen as quickly as possible, which wasn’t quickly enough for my now three year old baby girl, who just . . . couldn’t wait another minute to jump in the surf.
The saddest thing is that the sunburn is interspersed with tanned fingerprints on the backs of my legs, where it’s obvious I attempted to lotion, but just didn’t quite make it. I’ve hit the aloe, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.
Worth it though! The ocean is *always* worth it.
Love,
~Leigh~
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I saw the sweetest thing today….
We were at the gas station (I know, it hurts to even mention the word “gas” lately) when a girl pulled up beside us in a Jeep Wrangler. A few seconds later a guy in a truck whipped into the space beside her and got out to help her pump gas. When they finished they stood behind her car for a few moments—he looked like he was giving her directions.
Then . . . they hugged each other. They didn’t care that they were on one of the busiest streets in town, and that hundreds of cars were driving by, and that people were watching them. They just hugged like it was the last time they would ever see each other—like they were the only ones who mattered.
I tried not to stare, but it was So Freakin’ Sweet. Even baby girl in the backseat said: “Aww, they’re hugging,” so she feels me.
The guy gave the girl a quick kiss, and then they both got in their respective cars. The girl pulled out of the gas station one way, and the guy went the other . . . but I saw him put his hand out the window and wiggle his fingers—waving goodbye to her as she drove away.
(Sigh.) I’m a hopeless romantic. (And apparently so is baby girl!) It’s why there’s always a love interest in my stories. I love potential—and new romances. I remembered why today. I personally witnessed the stuff good movies (and books!) are made of.
I’m sure this event will somehow work its way into one of my future manuscripts. It’s too good to forget. (Hopefully I’ll do it better justice there, because the moment was *that* great.)
Have an awesome week! (And go hug someone you love like there’s no tomorrow!)
Love,
Leigh
We were at the gas station (I know, it hurts to even mention the word “gas” lately) when a girl pulled up beside us in a Jeep Wrangler. A few seconds later a guy in a truck whipped into the space beside her and got out to help her pump gas. When they finished they stood behind her car for a few moments—he looked like he was giving her directions.
Then . . . they hugged each other. They didn’t care that they were on one of the busiest streets in town, and that hundreds of cars were driving by, and that people were watching them. They just hugged like it was the last time they would ever see each other—like they were the only ones who mattered.
I tried not to stare, but it was So Freakin’ Sweet. Even baby girl in the backseat said: “Aww, they’re hugging,” so she feels me.
The guy gave the girl a quick kiss, and then they both got in their respective cars. The girl pulled out of the gas station one way, and the guy went the other . . . but I saw him put his hand out the window and wiggle his fingers—waving goodbye to her as she drove away.
(Sigh.) I’m a hopeless romantic. (And apparently so is baby girl!) It’s why there’s always a love interest in my stories. I love potential—and new romances. I remembered why today. I personally witnessed the stuff good movies (and books!) are made of.
I’m sure this event will somehow work its way into one of my future manuscripts. It’s too good to forget. (Hopefully I’ll do it better justice there, because the moment was *that* great.)
Have an awesome week! (And go hug someone you love like there’s no tomorrow!)
Love,
Leigh
Friday, June 27, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
We interrupt this blogging hiatus to bring you:
An Update!!
So, a lot has happened since my last post. For one, I’ve moved. Again. The irony is that I’ve moved back to where I moved FROM three months ago. That guy I’m sorta married to but not allowed to talk about online transferred, and because the house we were living in didn’t sell, well, here we are.
I miss the house we were in, because it was newer and bigger, with things like built-in bookshelves and a kitchen island, but I’m glad to be “home.” I have a big yard here, and privacy . . . and a river that’s a 20-minute drive from my house, which is crucial to my creative being.
It sounds strange, but I’m all “water.” It’s like I NEED water to function properly. I know, duh, you’re supposed to drink it, but I need to be NEAR it. I need to physically see rivers and lakes and oceans, or I just don’t feel right.
In fact, I think that’s why I was having so much trouble when we moved. I couldn’t take those nice drives to the river, because there wasn’t one (not a good one, anyway). I’m convinced that, if things work out the way I’d LIKE them to, one day I’ll have a house on the Ocean (hopefully not IN the Ocean), or a river or lake. There’s just something about waking up to sunshine and water . . . I don’t know—I could be very productive there. Water is my Life Force.
So, I’m back, and I have a feeling once this new course I’m developing is taken care of, I’ll be my old, YA-novel-writing self. I’m glad, because I’ve felt completely discombobulated the last few months.
In the meantime, I’m unpacked and settled. There were some rough, 100-degree weather days, and now there’s a huge wildfire burning two counties over, so the last few days have been filled with smoke. Needless to say we’re staying inside.
Soon, though, when the smoke clears out and I’m back to “summer,” I’ll take that first drive back to the river, then all will be well in Leighland. I can’t wait! :)
Love,
~Leigh~
An Update!!
So, a lot has happened since my last post. For one, I’ve moved. Again. The irony is that I’ve moved back to where I moved FROM three months ago. That guy I’m sorta married to but not allowed to talk about online transferred, and because the house we were living in didn’t sell, well, here we are.
I miss the house we were in, because it was newer and bigger, with things like built-in bookshelves and a kitchen island, but I’m glad to be “home.” I have a big yard here, and privacy . . . and a river that’s a 20-minute drive from my house, which is crucial to my creative being.
It sounds strange, but I’m all “water.” It’s like I NEED water to function properly. I know, duh, you’re supposed to drink it, but I need to be NEAR it. I need to physically see rivers and lakes and oceans, or I just don’t feel right.
In fact, I think that’s why I was having so much trouble when we moved. I couldn’t take those nice drives to the river, because there wasn’t one (not a good one, anyway). I’m convinced that, if things work out the way I’d LIKE them to, one day I’ll have a house on the Ocean (hopefully not IN the Ocean), or a river or lake. There’s just something about waking up to sunshine and water . . . I don’t know—I could be very productive there. Water is my Life Force.
So, I’m back, and I have a feeling once this new course I’m developing is taken care of, I’ll be my old, YA-novel-writing self. I’m glad, because I’ve felt completely discombobulated the last few months.
In the meantime, I’m unpacked and settled. There were some rough, 100-degree weather days, and now there’s a huge wildfire burning two counties over, so the last few days have been filled with smoke. Needless to say we’re staying inside.
Soon, though, when the smoke clears out and I’m back to “summer,” I’ll take that first drive back to the river, then all will be well in Leighland. I can’t wait! :)
Love,
~Leigh~
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