Domestic Geek

I love really well-done meat. I prefer it with absolutely no pink left in it whatsoever. Make it crispy and almost burnt on the outide and I'm in heaven.

This offends my good friends Dave. He prefers his meat to be bloody. He likens my preferred steak preparation to eating shoe leather. But hey, it's really tasty shoe leather.

I'm getting better about being able to eat meat that's still pink, but if it has bloody juice oozing out of it, I can't take it.

Marcus jokes that I could hurt myself standing in the middle of an empty room. It's not far from being true. I'm extremely accident prone and I almost always do it to myself. Cut the side of my index finger off, sliced my thumb open to the bone with an exacto knife, fell off my shoes, dropped a 50 lb. bag of flour on my face, drove over myself with my own car, sprained my knee while delivering pizzas in the snow and had to crawl back to the customer's door to call for help...you get the idea.

I love green, especially Kelly Green and Emerald Green. Green represents life. Growing things are green. Chlorophyll is green. It's also the color of American money...something of which I want more. Lucky four-leaf clovers are green. Broccoli and spinach (yum!) are green. Christmas trees are green. Yay, Green!

I first read Carrie when I was in middle school. I had the copy that came out in conjunction with the movie they did with Sissy Spacek, William Katt and John Travolta. In fact, I still have that copy. It's all bent and the spine has masking tape on it.

I can't remember being hooked on him right away or not. I really liked that story, though. Mom bought his books and I devoured them. At some point, it switched (I think I was in college) and I was buying them and lending them to Mom to read. I couldn't wait for the next one to get to paperback fast enough (I can't see the point of buying hardback). The last few years, though, I've gotten way behind. Either I didn't have the time for reading with school, or I didn't have the money to get books. I'm also missing several that I have read, but I've either lost somehow or people lent them and never gave them back.

The Stand is the only book of his that really freaked me out. It probably didn't help that I was reading it alone in the middle of the night, either. LOL

One of my goals in the next three years is to get all the books that I'm missing and catch up.