if I had a superpower

When I was little, I thought that when you hugged someone and your arms got all tingly, it was because all the love you felt for them was leaving your body and going into theirs. I swear it. Maybe I watched too much Care Bears.

Whenever the ‘bad’ guy posed a real threat to the ‘good’ guys, all the Care Bears lined up and did the Care Bear stare. They held hands or concentrated really hard and rainbow-like beams off goodness and happiness shot out of their stomachs and into the ‘black hat’, rendering him or her thereby no longer ‘bad’. Meanies turned to kindred spirts, just like that. Pretty ah-mazing huh?!

As it turns out, according to reference.com, Stretching feels good for two reasons-it begins fresh blood circulation and breaks tension crossbridges in the muscles, reports the Sun Sentinel newspaper (source post here).

So reality, could be, a little more science, a little less cartoony magic. Oh well. I still fancy the idea of microscopic hearts and stars raining from my limbs like tiny invisible bullets of awesomeness.

Until Next Time.

book report, This May Sound Crazy

Abigail Breslin is a 21-year-old actress from New York, New York. A little over two years ago, I saw her on a television interview promoting her (then upcoming) book This May Sound Crazy. She was so charming on the taping, despite the fact that I hadn’t ever seen one of her movies and knew very little about her, I waited for her book release and then ordered a copy.

The Amazon blurb about the book says: —> Academy Award-nominated actress and musician Abigail Breslin is your best friend in her publishing debut, a collection of hilarious and heartfelt nonfiction essays on the subjects nearest and dearest to our hearts: love, loss, and Tumblr.Growing up in film and the online era, Abigail knows better than anyone it is rough out there in love-land. And this generation is ill-prepared to handle it gracefully. Let’s be honest: if Cinderella had been on Twitter, she d have ended up a crazy old cat lady like the rest of us. #realtalk So when your boyfriend is liking different eligible young things selfies, what’s a modern ingenue to do? Put down the iPhone, step away from the hair dye, and chill. Abbie is here with cautionary tales and solid advice on being a classy-ass lady in the digital age.Because, girls, we re more than what meets the newsfeed. And this may sound crazy But we ve got this.Plus, this book is gorgeous inside and out. With a foil cover and heavily designed interior, this collection will be the crowning jewel on any teen’s nightstand.”

Now, ‘obvi’ as the young people say, I am not now or was I two years ago, a teen. I wasn’t picking this adorable hot-pink and black hardback up in hopes of seeking out life advice from a former child star from the big city. I figured, at worst, it would make a cute coffee table book. Cool news? I read it, cover to cover. And it was sweet, fun, and also served as a reminder for me, don’t ever rule out a person or their art just because at first glance you seem like you have nothing in common. Oprah always pushed the idea that everyone has something to offer the rest of the world–everyone has a great story in them.

Here are some of my scrapblahgy snapshots of bits and pieces of Abigail’s book.

One of my favorite chapter titles? The Time Ryan Gosling Gave me a Pep Talk. This is where she reveals that she names her phone contacts after famous people she admires, so when her friends say nice things to her, it’s also like her crushes or role models are too.

Ch. 10 How Not to Flirt : A Step-by-step Guide to Giving Off the “Nah” Vibe

Sweet poetry included. Also? the recipe for her great-great-grandmother’s nutmeg cookies. This falls at the end of Ch. 2 My Christmas Obsession

The piece about liking Doctor Phil made me giggle because I have been watching him ever since I was a teenager. I was just thinking the other day about him and how much I always loved him, wondering why that is. Maybe that’s a post for another afternoon. 😉

Cue the post-post topic ramble (dim the lights, someone).

I’ve been re-reading a lot lately. Maybe I subconsciously decided to host my own private Booktober type thing. Since I’ve just tied up the loose ends on my latest book project, I now have a bit more free time. I’ve been meaning to catch up on some reading, so maybe I’ll stick with the theme for a few weeks, if possible.

For the record, I do not believe in ‘reviewing’ books. This is merely a scrapblahgy book report type configuration. You know, like when you’re in high school and your teacher makes an assignment and you write about the actual contents of the book? Except that maybe I, rather, write about how the contents of the book (POSITIVELY) affected me. I have it on good authority that book ‘reviewers’ very seldom actually read the book, you see. This is the difference. Plus, do I really look like the kind of person who deems herself worthy of critiquing another human’s written expression? I mean really. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, or so I assume and I suffer a wicked case of noodle neck.

Until next time.

fancy photo

I found this picture in a baggie of photos my mom brought over earlier in the summer. No idea what upscale soiree I was all dolled-up for, but what a dress. Would it sound at all narcissistic if I said this picture totally makes me want a mini-me?–not enough to contemplate the possibility of enduring 9 months (and 18 years) of hard labor, mind you, but babies really are the sweetest, funniest little monsters.

All for now. 🙂 Back tomorrow with (hopefully) something slightly wordier to post.