"Suckedlight"

I usually give overrated and uber popular books a good "cooling down" period before I decide to read them--you know, 'cause I'm curious at the the hullabaloo.  And for the most part, I end up entertained even though I don't think they warrant as much popularity as they receive.  Let's see, I liked The Da Vinci Code, Hunger Games and Harry Potter.  They were fun.  And of course, I can't really criticize them until I've read them, right?  So I decided to try out Twilight.  

Ahem--!  Clearing my throat--That book really really sucked.  I cannot fathom how S.M. got it past her editor.  I cannot fathom how she got an English degree. (BYU has so many, many problems.  More on that another time.)  The authoress could have given us the exact same story with half the words--I think I could easily strike out hundreds of useless adjectives.  Someone likened it to emotional porn, but I don't think I can give it that much credit--although I did feel a lot of shame after reading it.  I did like most of the characters, and the vampires are interesting.  I'll probably read New Moon someday.  But I also cannot fathom why in the world Edward likes Bella.  She's boring, grouchy, and a total wet blanket.  And I cannot fathom why anyone over the age of 16 would freak out over this book.  

This is just a cursory glimpse as to my thoughts on this.  I've probably offended a large part of the dumber female population and a tiny part of the intelligent female population, and I know that this little diatribe not well written at all (excuse--cold medication and pregnancy).  But I guess what it comes down to most of all is this:  an unconvincing authoress wrote a mediocre book and has made millions.  I have not.  She's rich, I have my dignity.  Who is the real winner in this situation?  Obviously Stephenie Meyers.

The Great Oni Patch

Eve's word for pumpkin is "Oni."  We don't know where she got that one.  When we say pumpkin she understands that word, but she insists on calling them onies.  Pretty cute, huh?  We went to an Oni Patch earlier this month and picked some onies out for the front porch.  Eve was also invited to a Pirate Birthday Party by 4 year old twin boys, so instead of being a bird for Halloween, she is going to be a Pirate.  I think the costume turned out well for someone who refused hat, eye patch and earring.  

I will be at 35 weeks tomorrow--two weeks longer than I was pregnant with Eve.  I was really stressing out all pregnancy about having the same trauma occur, even to the point where I would get mild panic attacks.  But after talking to my doc and Richie's blessing, I calmed down a bit.  Then the night of week 33 came and went peacefully, and now that that huge mental block is gone, I've been pretty relaxed about the whole thing--the most relaxed I've been all pregnancy.  So despite being physically uncomfortable and battling a cold, I feel pretty good.  I just hope the little stinker doesn't come late!  He really needs to come before Thanksgiving.

Photo Interruptus

Our camera broke.  It's been going out for a while now, but I think the beach, coupled with Eve's obsession with it, did it in.  So we haven't taken any pictures for the past few months, which is SAD!  Because we've done some fun stuff--like go the county fair, in which Eve had her very first pony ride AND merry-go-round ride.  We also went down to C Town to visit grandparents, enjoyed perfect weather all September long and did other stuff I can't remember off the top of my head.  We went to a pumpkin patch on Saturday, but I will talk about that later.  Here are some portraits of Eve at both 12 and 18 months; and finally a good ultrasound photo of Maximus, who, incidentally, is causing me much nausea and breathlessness.