Yesterday marked the first day of an event created by Lale of Lale on Lit called Girl Power Bookfest 2011.
Girl Power Bookfest takes place over the next two weeks to appreciate the "butt-kicking female protagonist" and showcase women in Young Adult literature who exhibit some serious girl power. There will be guest posts, author interviews and four giveaways throughout the GBP, all focusing on a central theme of girl power.
In fact, the first giveaway already started! You can win a copy of Alanna: The First Adventure by Tamora Pierce, along with an "Self-rescuing Princess" t-shirt.
If you have a favourite girl power heroine, you can even contribute by emailing Lale the character's name, book and a few lines about what makes her so great.
Go ahead and check out Lale's blog for more details and a schedule!
03 July 2011
28 June 2011
Living is Nice: Part 2 in Journeys to WA
CONTINUED FROM On the Road: Part 1 in Journeys to WA
When we finally arrived in Eugene, we pulled into a Taco Bell parking lot for a bathroom break and to get Teacher one's sister-in-law. Having a camel bladder [re: Part 1], I just sat in the car and waited. I looked out the window, totally zoning out. Then I noticed the billboard.
"When Your Toaster Turns Into A Pyro"
I stared at it, trying to figure out what the heck it all meant. The words were huge and there was a picture of a giant toaster, which I suppose is a given when creating a billboard about pyromaniac toasters. Eventually, I noticed the fine print [or as fine as print can be on a billboard].
"We have an agent for that"
Thank you, State Farm, for confusing me. I will admit though: it was an excellent fabulous reality.
Everyone came back to the car and we started to head off to Roseburg. For this stretch, Teacher one's sister-in-law was driving. I can honestly say that I am glad to have survived. It was over an hour of swerving and insanity. She left no space between us and other cars. Basically, it was like those drivers that dart back and forth between lanes that everyone flips off. My mom kept grabbing me the entire time.
When we finally got to Eugene and the car dealership, the sister-in-law went inside while we all waited, saying it should only be a few minutes. Those were the longest "few minutes" of my life. We ended up being there well over half an hour. My mom and I ended up spending the time looking for free snacks [there were none; it was awful] and climbing into the display cars and trying to find all the features. It's at this point that I will point out that the last time the two of us were in a car dealership, my mom broke one of the rearview mirrors off of a really nice, little, yellow sports car. I promise to tell you the whole story one day.
We ended up leaving the sister-in-law at the dealership because there was still a LOT of driving to be had. As nice as it was to meet the sister-in-law and get to know her, I was glad that my mom took over driving.
VERY glad.
TO BE CONTINUED IN Part 3
When we finally arrived in Eugene, we pulled into a Taco Bell parking lot for a bathroom break and to get Teacher one's sister-in-law. Having a camel bladder [re: Part 1], I just sat in the car and waited. I looked out the window, totally zoning out. Then I noticed the billboard.
"When Your Toaster Turns Into A Pyro"
I stared at it, trying to figure out what the heck it all meant. The words were huge and there was a picture of a giant toaster, which I suppose is a given when creating a billboard about pyromaniac toasters. Eventually, I noticed the fine print [or as fine as print can be on a billboard].
"We have an agent for that"
Thank you, State Farm, for confusing me. I will admit though: it was an excellent fabulous reality.
Everyone came back to the car and we started to head off to Roseburg. For this stretch, Teacher one's sister-in-law was driving. I can honestly say that I am glad to have survived. It was over an hour of swerving and insanity. She left no space between us and other cars. Basically, it was like those drivers that dart back and forth between lanes that everyone flips off. My mom kept grabbing me the entire time.
When we finally got to Eugene and the car dealership, the sister-in-law went inside while we all waited, saying it should only be a few minutes. Those were the longest "few minutes" of my life. We ended up being there well over half an hour. My mom and I ended up spending the time looking for free snacks [there were none; it was awful] and climbing into the display cars and trying to find all the features. It's at this point that I will point out that the last time the two of us were in a car dealership, my mom broke one of the rearview mirrors off of a really nice, little, yellow sports car. I promise to tell you the whole story one day.
We ended up leaving the sister-in-law at the dealership because there was still a LOT of driving to be had. As nice as it was to meet the sister-in-law and get to know her, I was glad that my mom took over driving.
VERY glad.
TO BE CONTINUED IN Part 3
27 June 2011
On the Road: Part 1 in Journeys to WA
One thing I've realised about myself recently is that I really like road trips. Even though all I'm really doing is sitting in a moving car, I get excited.
I literally have been going on road trips since I was born. There's an annual family camping trip that we go on. Destination: northern California, along the Klamath river. This tradition started long before I was born. In fact, it started when my mom was a baby. I used to live near L.A., so this was a pretty long drive: at least eight hours. With a car full of two adults, two kids, and two dogs, you'd think things would be crazy with a lot of pit stops to regroup and maintain sanity. That's where you're wrong. We hardly ever stopped. Usually, the car stopped only when we needed more gas. My brother and I were trained to not have to pee for hours on end, even if we were drinking something during the drive.
A week ago, my mom asked if I wanted to tag along on a trip to Bellevue, WA with her and another English teacher. While they would be at a conference for AP teachers, I would be sitting in a hotel. Preferring to not be left home alone with my dad and brother, I said sure. She then told me there would be another teacher in the car (though she was getting a ride so she could visit her son who lives in Seattle), along with her youngest son. My mom and I started making jokes about how there would be an unspoken competition between me and everyone else in the car that would consist of seeing who would be the cause of any pit stops.
The day came for the trip, and we drove to Teacher one's house, because her car would be our mode of transport. This was when we learned that her sister-in-law would be joining us once we got to Roseburg and we would drop her off in Eugene. Only an hour or so and the car seats seven. No big deal. Or so we thought.
TO BE CONTINUED IN Living is Nice: Part 2 in Journeys to WA
I literally have been going on road trips since I was born. There's an annual family camping trip that we go on. Destination: northern California, along the Klamath river. This tradition started long before I was born. In fact, it started when my mom was a baby. I used to live near L.A., so this was a pretty long drive: at least eight hours. With a car full of two adults, two kids, and two dogs, you'd think things would be crazy with a lot of pit stops to regroup and maintain sanity. That's where you're wrong. We hardly ever stopped. Usually, the car stopped only when we needed more gas. My brother and I were trained to not have to pee for hours on end, even if we were drinking something during the drive.
A week ago, my mom asked if I wanted to tag along on a trip to Bellevue, WA with her and another English teacher. While they would be at a conference for AP teachers, I would be sitting in a hotel. Preferring to not be left home alone with my dad and brother, I said sure. She then told me there would be another teacher in the car (though she was getting a ride so she could visit her son who lives in Seattle), along with her youngest son. My mom and I started making jokes about how there would be an unspoken competition between me and everyone else in the car that would consist of seeing who would be the cause of any pit stops.
The day came for the trip, and we drove to Teacher one's house, because her car would be our mode of transport. This was when we learned that her sister-in-law would be joining us once we got to Roseburg and we would drop her off in Eugene. Only an hour or so and the car seats seven. No big deal. Or so we thought.
TO BE CONTINUED IN Living is Nice: Part 2 in Journeys to WA
03 May 2011
The Post That Launched a Thousand Blogs
Okay, so this post won't really launch a thousand blogs. For all I know, it won't even launch this blog...
Speaking of this blog, welcome! I have no idea where I plan to go with this, so I'm just making an awkward first post to get it out of the way. Everyone has to make that awkward first post in their blog.
I mean, what do you even say?
I have no idea what to say here. It's awful. So, I'll leave you all with a link to my page on Figment. Reads, reviews and [constructive] criticism would be much appreciated!
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