Tuesday, December 31, 2013

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."

"Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It's that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don't know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
Paul Bowles

2013 is sputtering to an end and 2014 is breathing down our necks. My life has changed so much in the last year, and the strange thing is, it feels like nothing has changed. This time last year I was alone and suicidal, and I had no plans for a future. I didn't care. Now I've found the man I was meant to be with, and I have hope for our future together. We've been together for eight months and every day is an adventure, even if we just stay in bed and watch movies. We drive each other crazy sometimes, but that just keeps it from getting boring.

I have wonderful, generous friends and a family that means the world to me. I've still got my Tank, and Curly Joe, and now I have a sister-in-law (unofficially) and an adorable, badass niece and in-laws (unofficial) who for some reason love me. I'm still stressed a lot of the time, I'm broke and in debt,  I'm always in pain and I've got insomnia up the wazoo, but life is good. It's far from perfect, but it is good. For the first time in a very long time, I'm facing the last midnight of the year with a smile on my face and heart that isn't broken.

I hope 2014 will be good to us all. Stay classy, Humanity.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Changes are taking the pace I'm going through

Starting around Thanksgiving, the pain that flares up in my left hip from time to time hit both of my hips and I had to walk with a cane.  On RockerBoy's 40th birthday, we moved in with my friend "J." She had kicked her boyfriend out and needed help with the rent, so we came to the rescue. (Really, she rescued us.)  So now it's me, RockerBoy, "J" and her two kids and two dogs, and my two dogs. Things are going really well except that Curly Joe is being a turd to J's dogs and we all seem to have contracted Captain Trips. I'm working six days this week and I'm fighting the plague. 

Meanwhile, my friend had to loan me her late grandfather's wheelchair so I could get around at work. It was humiliating and frustrating, but I wouldn't have gotten through without it.  I went to ZoomCare and had bloodwork done: Rheumatoid Arthritis Factor, ANA w/Reflex, Sedimentation Rate-Westergren, and C-Reactive Protein. All of it came back negative.  The doctor referred me to an osteopath and two physical therapists and told me I should get radiographs of my hips, pelvis and my left knee (which has also been hurting in a scarily weird way).  Last weekend RockerBoy and several of my friends forced me to go to urgent care for radiographs.  I got the hip/pelvis ones done and they also came back negative.  I wasn't in an accident and I didn't hurt myself at work or anything, so no one is sure why I have this pain.

Oh, did I forget to mention when I had my right leg stretched 3 inches in 1990 to make it even with my left leg, it was actually over-stretched by half an inch? Yeah. That might have something to do with it. 

At any rate, I live in a different city now (20 minute drive to work instead of 60!), so I'm going to get a new PCP and look into PT and all that. J and I have been talking about trying a gluten-free diet because she thinks her kids might have a wheat allergy, and I know that gluten is an arthritis trigger. Plus I'm almost positive going gluten-free will help RockerBoy's asthma and allergies. We'll see how that goes.

Work has been hectic, but us night shift drones are used to it, though it does take its toll after a while. At least they're working on making it so that all of us only have to work every third Saturday again.

Big things coming in 2014....

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Happy Day of the Ninja, folks.

The Day of the Ninja:<a href="http://www.dayoftheninja.com"><img src="http://www.dayoftheninja.com/dotnsml.gif"></a>

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The gift that keeps on giving

Instead of a typical gift (i.e. stuff that is ultimately going to end up in a landfill), why not make a donation in someone's name instead? I highly recommend Fences for Fido, particularly: Smokey's Fund. It provides "comprehensive veterinary care and medications for dogs who have lived for more than 5 years chained; Helps facilitate the rescue & adoption of these dogs by a loving family; Supports educational efforts about the physical suffering and illnesses that result from dogs being chained."

  • $ 20.00 A bag of dog food for a hungry fido
  • $ 50.00 A doghouse for warmth, day and night
  • $ 150.00 Spay or neuter and basic veterinary care
  • $ 250.00 Critical veterinary care or training
  • $ 300.00 Fences for a small yard
  • $ 600.00 Fences for a medium yard
  • $ 1,000.00 Fences for a large yard

You can make a one-time donation or set up a recurring, monthly contribution. Every little bit helps. And if you've got the time, please volunteer for Fences for Fido. It's getting colder, and there are still a lot of dogs out there who need shelter.

This organization means a lot to me because My sister and I rescued a chained dog about ten years ago. He was an 11 year old Golden Retriever named Chester (who we called Uncle Wooly), and he spent over half his life chained to a tree in his front yard. We would hear him howling out there all the time and started making plans to steal him. Fortunately, Chester's family had to move and "couldn't" take him with, so we jumped at the chance to save him.

Chester weighed over 100 lbs when he joined our pack, from years of gorging himself on cheap Winco dog food. We got his weight down and he settled in just fine at our house. He ganged up with Tank and Luke, and the three of them had so much fun, I started calling them the three stooges. 

Unfortunately, in March of 2004, we found out Chester was dying of liver cancer. We managed his pain with morphine and special food, and he never once lost that smile. He stayed cheerful, goofy Chester up until the very end. He died two months later.

We didn't have him as long as we wanted, but we're still grateful for that little time we had because we were able to give him a warm, happy home with lots of friends to play with and lots of love. Just think of the difference you could make in the life of a dog like Chester, either by donating time or money for this organization or even by adopting a senior dog. 

Spend your money on something worthwhile and make this 30-day long fake smile of a holiday actually mean something this year. 

We still miss you, Chester.  Love you always.

Cannon Chester

Friday, June 28, 2013

My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.

"I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father."  
Today is my father's birthday.  May brought us the 23rd anniversary of his death, and though some years are harder than others, most of the time I can pass the important dates with a smile on my face. Today, I'm finding it hard to smile. I was just looking at old pictures of him and it hit me --- him watching TV in the basement, the sound of his laughter carrying up through the floor. His pot belly. His practical jokes. The way he smelled after he brushed his teeth. The stubble on his cheek when I kissed him goodnight. Listening to his stomach gurgle when I was still small enough to curl up in his lap for a cuddle. I even remember (fondly) the many times I burned myself on a lit cigarette when I would try to hold his hand in public. Something I had forgotten about until recently when I started dating a smoker. 

I think that's why I'm so upset today; I've spent most of the last 23 years telling myself it was good that Dad was dead because I'd made such a mess of my life and would only be a disappointment to him. When I was a little girl, I always had it in my head that I would never get married; I knew I would die alone, and I was okay with that. I like being alone. I'm not very sentimental when it comes to things like love and relationships.  I spent over 20 years building a wall to shut people out, and I got really good at it. I'm still really good at it, but I'm getting better.  The wall is unstable and I'm  trying not to care that it will crumble and leave me exposed and vulnerable. That's where RockerBoy comes in.  

I've known him about 30 years, as we went to the same grade school, junior high and high school.  We were never what you would call actual friends, but I always remembered him fondly. He was a nice boy and remained that way as long as I "knew" him in school.  We were the same class for 4th and 6th grade. I don't remember if we shared classes in junior high, but I do recall seeing him in the halls, and he was always smiling or laughing and walking that strange, unique walk of his.  Sophmore year of high school, we had guitar class together. He barely remembers the class, or the day that the teacher paired us up and sent us into this small, dark room to learn some stupid song and play it for the class. It wasn't even a year after Dad had died, and I had a brace on my leg as I was still recovering from a limb-lengthening procedure. Needless to say, I was a nervous wreck, self-conscious that I looked like a cripple and I couldn't play very well, scared shitless that he would look at me. We practiced the song and went out to play it for the class and I totally fucked it up and wanted to crawl under the piano and die. 

That's the last clear memory I have of RockerBoy, except for the night my then-boyfriend and I went to see the school's Battle of the Bands.  RockerBoy's band was playing and I got all excited and told my boyfriend, "That's my friend, RockerBoy!" and Then-Boyfriend got mad and wouldn't talk to me the rest of the night because he was too much of a pussy to go out and find a band of his own.

Fast-forward to 2010 and the dawning of The Great Facebook Pandemic. I forget how, but I'd started getting friend requests from people back home. I'd moved from Chicago to Portland in 2000, mainly to get away from my past. I was still running into the people who made my family's and my life hell in jr high and high school.  I'd wanted to be a Goonie and live in Astoria, Oregon since the movie came out, so when I knew it was time to move on, I headed for the Pacific Northwest. And I haven't been home in 13 years.  So when I started getting friend requests from people I'd gone to school with, I got nervous and anxious and agonized over whether or not I should Accept or Decline. Aside from when I lived in upstate New York, I didn't really ever feel free until I moved to Oregon. I didn't want people from my past to invade my life through my computer. I didn't want to have that connection anymore. I got over it eventually and started letting my past in, and I was actually really happy to reconnect with these people. I had fun catching up with a lot of them, and I was excited to find, when I logged on to facebook one day, that RockerBoy had sent me a friend request. The only reason I hesitated to accept the request, no lie, is because of that one day in guitar class. "Oh god what if he remembers how badly I fucked up that song we played!?!"  As it was, he barely even remembered me being in the class; turns out while I was still running around the forest preserve with my dog, most of my classmates were getting high, starting bands, having sex and/or blowing things up. RockerBoy has no recollection of us ever playing that song. Thank god. I literally sucked out loud.

As the months went on, RockerBoy was a near-constant presence on my facebook. Commenting on things, liking my pictures and whatnot. He called me hot on more than a few occassions, and I always argued with him that I wasn't. It never occured to me that he was flirting. I would talk about him with my friends or show them something he'd posted and they would look at me and roll their eyes. "He's flirting with you, jackass!" and I'd say, "RockerBoy!? No, he's just a really sweet guy. He's like that with everyone."  And they would shake their heads and wonder why they put up with me. 

One day RockerBoy sent me a message on facebook saying he needed help with his clown comic and what would be the best way to send me pics. We exchanged phone numbers and he would send me pictures and I would suggest names, etc. In 2011, I started seeing the brother of a friend of mine and RockerBoy made some "broken-hearted" comments. I think it, in a very small way, occured to me that he might actually be telling the truth when he called me the girl of his dreams, but I'd always think, "That's ridiculous. He's RockerBoy and I'm the weird, nerdy girl nobody liked."  I was delighted to find that, like me, he still watched Svengoolie, loved zombies, Christopher Moore and the hair bands from yester year. 

December 2012 rolled around and I was in a dark place. Shit was getting to me, I was stressed out, not sleeping, waking up with a bloody nose, passing out at work. I was starting to consider death an acceptable alternative to the smoldering ruin that was my life. My friend talked me into doing a "facebook fast" for all of December, and I felt bad for missing RockerBoy's birthday, so when January rolled around and Mom and I were planning a trip to Florida, I senet RockerBoy a message and asked him for his address so I could send him a tacky Florida postcard to make up for missing his birthday.  (I take pictures of my three Stormtroopers holding birthday messages written on notecards for my friends. It's a thing. I'm weird.)  That more or less opened the flood gates, and we were in pretty much constant contact via either email or text. 

I was still dialing it in in regards to living my life, and then one morning I woke up to an email from a friend telling me something horrific that someone we both care about had done to himself.  It was a wakeup call for me, a stark reminder of what can happen if you let yourself dwell to long in the dark.  I decided to go back on my anti-depressants and force myself to stay positive. I had my regular three month consult with my NP (for my ADHD meds) and we talked about what had happened.  Though I was no longer a part of his life, my NP said that I could still support him by staying positive for him.  So that's what I did. I forced myself to stay positive and to keep going, and in the meantime I was still "talking" to RockerBoy every day and the more I learned about him as an adult, the more I realized how much I liked him. He would send me these huge, rambling emails and that made me so happy because they were exactly the same kind of emails I would write to my long suffering friends and to which they very rarely responded. I didn't fault them for it; they have families and lives. I sent him a reply, opening with "Marry me" because I loved his emails.  He wrote back saying it was funny I'd said that because when we first started talking to each other, he'd told his friend, "If I lived in Portland, I would totally marry that girl." And that's when I woke up and got a clue. 

Like me, RockerBoy had long since given up on finding a partner to get old and cranky with. Neither of us anticipated something like this happening. One night I got an email from him, just a random email telling me he'd been watching some gladiator TV show and going through withdrawals because he hadn't heard from me. Then he checked his email and there was a message from me. He said he'd watched this show about the Secret and positive thinking, law of attraction. You think of what you want and focus on the good and "you'll be all super cool and set for life. Sounds easy, so obviously I'm in. Naturally I started thinking of you. And some cash prizes, but mostly you." As if that weren't enough of a jaw-dropper, he then preceded to tell me that, when he stopped dating, he made up a list of things he wanted in a woman but knew he would never find. He said, "You've completely crushed that list, hit all targets and are victorious in all bonus rounds. I guess that secret thing kinda works." I couldn't have been more surprised than if I'd woken up with my head stapled to the floor. 

A few weeks later, I was in Florida with my mom, still in constant contact with RockerBoy. By then I'd already accepted the fact that I had feelings for him, too, but I kept a distance. He was back home in Chicago, and I was out in Oregon and we hadn't seen or spoken to each other in 20 years. I was concerned he'd developed a misconstrued perception of me via facebook. I had been telling him for a couple of years that he should come out and visit, that I thought he would love Portland.  While in Florida, I told him to come out to Portland for a visit. He'd been talking about leaving Chicago anyway, for good, so I said, "Come out here for a visit. If we actually like each other in real life, we can go from there and see what happens."  RockerBoy's sister is a flight attendant and she had free passes for him to fly out here. I suggested that instead of doing the touristy thing and exploring Portland, I book my friend's family's little cabin out on the coast and we do nothing but watch Svengoolie and catch up on our lives for five days. I took the tail end of April/first week of May off of work and "booked" five days at the coast. It was perfect because he'd be here for May Fourth: Free Comic Book Day.  We're both nerds and he's a huge comic book fan, but neither of us had ever gone out for Free Comics Day; I figured we'd head back into the city, get some free comics and head back the coast. I was adamant that we watch the sun set over the Pacific at least one night while we were out there, and he could fart all he wanted because I can't smell and find farting funny.

On April 28th, I picked RockerBoy up from the airport. We stayed at the beach for seven days (venturing out for comics and doughnuts).

He never left.

He's been here two months to the day. We've spent every day for the last 60+ days together and I never get tired of him.  And I hate people. I'm an introvert and if I don't get a certain amount of time to myself, I go mental. I've never dated anyone who I could stand being around for extended periods of time. I love being with him. I look forward to seeing him.  Though it ruins me, I love to hear him play my guitar and sing his songs. Did I mention he wrote a song about me? I have yet to hear it because he left the lyrics in Chicago, but still. He. Wrote. A. Song. About. Me.  WTFBBQ!? This is unknown territory for me. I'm at a loss as to how I should deal with this man. It took me a while to get over the fear that he was fucking with me, that it was all a joke. Then I realized he left his friends and family to be with me, just packed a bag, hopped on a plane ... and stayed. 

 He says, looking back on our facebook bantering, he's been in this relationship a bit longer than I have. The other day he was on his phone and went back a couple of years to this picture I'd posted that my sister took of me taking a picture of her with my "new" camera.  RockerBoy had commented that he loved the picture. I responded and he said he was drunk, at a gig, looking at my picture. "There's a song in there, somewhere."  I  was fangirl excited (on the inside, played it cool) that RockerBoy was looking at my picture while he was at a gig, but I didn't think anything of it.  As he read the old comments, he looked at me and said, "How the hell did you not know how I felt??"  Haha! 

And so here we are, two months later. My dogs love him. He loves my dogs. My friends love him. (Tomorrow we're going over to V's house so RockerBoy can jam with her husband.) He's absolutely, hopelessly in love with Portland. And with me. And, I'm not afraid to say, I'm in love with him. I love his beautiful eyes, his voice when he sings, the way his crazy dorky mind works. I love it when he calls me babe.  I love stealing his Superman hoodie, and I love how he's seriously addicted to hummus and maple bacon doughnuts. I love his forthrightness, that he fell in love with my brain, and I love that he feels protective of me. What I love most of all is that we're from the same place. Growing up, we lived a five minute bike ride away from each other. He and I are next to each other in our 4th grade year book. 

I haven't looked back on my 26 years in Chicago very fondly since I moved to Oregon, but RockerBoy feels like home. Like home before things got bad and everything fell apart. Muggy summer nights with lightning bugs sparkling in the field behind our house, school field trips to the Field Museum, the book fairs at our old grade school, lunch tokens and chocolate milk Fridays. We both survived. We got through the bullshit and betrayals, the losses and the pain. 2,000 miles apart, we sunk so far into despair that there didn't seem any point in turning back. But we turned away from it and found our reasons for living again.  And then we found each other. 

I don't care that we're both about to turn 40, that we've "missed out" on those 20 years since high school. Whatever happened between 18 and 39, good or bad, it brought us here. I've got my very own hot, dorky rocker boy who loves to go hiking with me, chases me out of the house with slugs on a stick, and built a fort in the woods behind my house. I got him addicted to maple bacon doughnuts, he got me addicted to Kid Rock. 

If my dad were alive today, he would be happy for me. He would love RockerBoy because he's honest and hard-working and loyal and he doesn't treat me like shit. Dad would have loved the fact that I moved 2,000 miles across the country just to end up with the asthmatic boy from my home town. 

My heart hurts when I think how the two of them will never know each other. I can picture very clearly what it would be like if Dad were still alive and here with us in Oregon. Dad would be annoyed that RockerBoy likes the Cubs rather than the Sox, but they'd bond over old Batman and Star Trek episodes.  Don't even get me started on the Star Wars stuff. 

I miss my dad and sometimes I think I would give anything to have him back. But then I wouldn't have ended up in Oregon, wouldn't have reconnected with Rockerboy. And Dad would still be in pain, fighting his past and losing every night to a bottle of vodka. If I could, I would have him back just long enough to tell him I'm sorry for how I treated him before he died. To tell him how much I've missed him and how much he meant to me. I won't ever get a chance to make amends, but what I can do is honor him by not wasting another 20 years living in fear and regret. Make a life with the boy from back home and never let the bastards grind us down. 

Yeah, we're old and creaky and prone to crankiness when there's traffic. STILL A BETTER LOVE STORY THAN TWILIGHT.

I love you, Dad.  Happy Birthday.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

It is better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.

In October some friends and I  (Team Eradicator) will be walking to support the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. Please help us by donating to the cause. 

  • Every 13.7 minutes someone in the United States dies by suicide.

  • Nearly 1,000,000 people make a suicide attempt every year.

  • 90% of people who die by suicide have a diagnosable and treatable psychiatric disorder at the time of their death.

  • Most people with mental illness do not die by suicide.

  • Recent data puts yearly medical costs for suicide at nearly $100 million (2005).

  • Men are nearly 4 times more likely to die by suicide than women. Women attempt suicide 3 times as often as men.

  • Suicide rates are highest for people between the ages of 40 and 59.

  • Native American peoples are most likely to die by suicide, followed by white individuals.
Suicide can be prevented. While some suicides occur without any outward warning, most people who are suicidal do give warnings. Prevent the suicide of loved ones by learning to recognize the signs of someone at risk, taking those signs seriously and knowing how to respond to them.
Warning signs of suicide include:
  • Observable signs of serious depression:
    Unrelenting low mood
    Anxiety, psychic pain and inner tension
    Sleep problems
  • Increased alcohol and/or other drug use
  • Recent impulsiveness and taking unnecessary risks
  • Threatening suicide or expressing a strong wish to die
  • Making a plan:
    Giving away prized possessions
    Sudden or impulsive purchase of a firearm
    Obtaining other means of killing oneself such as poisons or medications
  • Unexpected rage or anger
The emotional crises that usually precede suicide are often recognizable and treatable. Although most depressed people are not suicidal, most suicidal people are depressed. Serious depression can be manifested in obvious sadness, but often it is rather expressed as a loss of pleasure or withdrawal from activities that had been enjoyable. One can help prevent suicide through early recognition and treatment of depression and other psychiatric illnesses.

More than 90 percent of people who kill themselves are suffering from one or more psychiatric disorders, in particular:
  • Major depression (especially when combined with alcohol and/or drug abuse)
  • Bipolar depression
  • Alcohol abuse and dependence
  • Drug abuse and dependence
  • Schizophrenia
  • Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)
  • Eating disorders
  • Personality disorders
Depression and the other mental disorders that may lead to suicide are -- in most cases -- both recognizable and treatable. Remember, depression can be lethal.
The core symptoms of major depression are a "down" or depressed mood most of the day or a loss of interest or pleasure in activities that were previously enjoyed for at least two weeks, as well as:
  • Changes in sleeping patterns
  • Change in appetite or weight
  • Intense anxiety, agitation, restlessness or being slowed down
  • Fatigue or loss of energy
  • Decreased concentration, indecisiveness or poorer memory
  • Feelings of hopelessness, worthlessness, self-reproach or excessive or inappropriate guilt
  • Recurrent thoughts of death or suicide
Between 25 and 50 percent of people who kill themselves had previously attempted suicide. Those who have made suicide attempts are at higher risk for actually taking their own lives.

The signs that most directly warn of suicide include:
  • Threatening to hurt or kill oneself
  • Looking for ways to kill oneself (weapons, pills or other means)
  • Talking or writing about death, dying or suicide
  • Has made plans or preparations for a potentially serious attempt
Other warning signs include expressions or other indications of certain intense feelings in addition to depression, in particular:
  • Insomnia
  • Intense anxiety, usually exhibited as psychic pain or internal tension, as well as panic attacks
  • Feeling desperate or trapped -- like there's no way out
  • Feeling hopeless
  • Feeling there's no reason or purpose to live
  • Rage or anger
Certain behaviors can also serve as warning signs, particularly when they are not characteristic of the person's normal behavior. These include:
  • Acting reckless or engaging in risky activities
  • Engaging in violent or self-destructive behavior
  • Increasing alcohol or drug use
  • Withdrawing from friends or family

Take it Seriously

  • Fifty to 75 percent of all suicides give some warning of their intentions to a friend or family member.
  • Imminent signs must be taken seriously.

Be Willing to Listen

  • Start by telling the person you are concerned and give him/her examples.
  • If he/she is depressed, don't be afraid to ask whether he/she is considering suicide, or if he/she has a particular plan or method in mind.
  • Ask if they have a therapist and are taking medication.
  • Do not attempt to argue someone out of suicide. Rather, let the person know you care, that he/she is not alone, that suicidal feelings are temporary and that depression can be treated. Avoid the temptation to say, "You have so much to live for," or "Your suicide will hurt your family."

Seek Professional Help

  • Be actively involved in encouraging the person to see a physician or mental health professional immediately.
  • Individuals contemplating suicide often don't believe they can be helped, so you may have to do more.
  • Help the person find a knowledgeable mental health professional or a reputable treatment facility, and take them to the treatment.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Create and Complete

One of my heroes in one of my favorite movies: Mark Borchardt in "American Movie."

Had a bad week, but it rattled me out of my downward spiral. Going to call my therapist this week and get back into that whole thing. I'm leaving for Florida this Sunday, and I'll be gone for a week. It'll be good to see my friends again; I haven't been to Tampa in five years. Unfortunately, I fly back to Portland two days before a Lightning game, so there won't be any hockey for me this time. I'm okay with that, though. I'm excited to get away, soak up some sun and hug the crap out of two of my favorite people. Besides, the lockout is over and apparently we have the NHL network, so I can at least catch a game or two every now and then. Yesterday I watched the Capitals/Sabres game while making chocolate cupcakes in honor of Chocolate Cake Day. 

I need to sign up for that gym membership I keep putting off. A good friend is (hopefully) flying out in September to do the Warrior Dash with me, and then we've got a week to tear up the Pacific Northwest. After a day of recovery, of course. I'm hoping to do the Shamrock Run in March, but I haven't signed up for it (or the Dash) yet. I can't wait to see my friend. She'll find out this week if her vacation request was granted or denied, and then we can really start planning. Fingers crossed! 

Had more to say, but I'm too tired to remember. So I'll just end with this SNL sketch that made me laugh myself into an asthmatic fit: 

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Book after book, I get hooked every time, the writer talks to me like a friend

Books Read in 2012

  1. Learning the Blues, by ??
  2. First Contact, by Evan Mandery
  3. Plum Spooky, by Janet Evanovich
  4. Who Moved My Cheese?, by Spencer Johnson
  5. Boondocks Fantasy, Jean Rabe & Martin H. Greenberg
  6. The Island at the End of the World, by Sam Taylor
  7. Juliet, Naked, by Nick Hornby
  8. Preacher, by Garth Ennis & Steve Dillon
  9. My Abandonment, by Peter Rock
  10. Women, by Charles Bukowski
  11. Cairo, by M.K. Perker
  12. The Girl Who Fell From the Sky, by Heidi W. Durrow
  13. Tigana, by Guy Gavriel Kay
  14. LZ-'75: The Lost Chronicles of Led Zeppelin's 1975 American Tour, by Stephen Davis
  15. Apocalypse Nerd, by Peter Bagge
  16. Ball Peen Hammer, by Adam Rapp
  17. 90 Classic Books for People in a Hurry, by Henrik Lange
  18. Stuffed!, by Glenn Eichler & Nick Bertozzi
  19. Bluesman book 1, by Rob Vollmar & Pablo G. Callejo
  20. Bluesman book 2, by Rob Vollmar & Pablo G. Callejo
  21. Bluesman book 3, by Rob Vollmar & Pablo G. Callejo
  22. Going Postal, by Terry Pratchett
  23. Lords and Ladies, by Terry Pratchett
  24. Factotum, by Charles Bukowski
  25. Zombies - A Record of the Year of Infection, by Don Roff
  26. Singer of Souls, by Adam Stemple
  27. Sandman Slim, by Richard Kadrey
  28. How Do You Light a Fart?, by Bobby Mercer
  29. A Bone to Pick, by Charlaine Harris
  30. Skinwalkers, by Tony Hillerman
  31. Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett
  32. A Million Little Pieces, by James Frey
  33. Dark Entries, by Ian Rankin
  34. The Wild Things, by David Eggers
  35. These Things Hidden, by Heather Gudenkauf
  36. Between the Plums, by Janet Evanovich
  37. Do Drums Beat There, by Doe Tabor
  38. The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins
  39. Wild, by Cheryl Strayed
  40. Loveless 1, by Yun Kouga
  41. Loveless 2, by Yun Kouga
  42. Up Jumps the Devil, by Michael Poore
  43. Zombie Spaceship Wasteland, by Patton Oswalt
  44. Catching Fire, by Suzanne Collins
  45. Thor & Loki - The Land of the Giants, by Jeff Limke & Ron Randall
  46. The Tyrant Falls in Love pt 1, Hinako Takanaga
  47. The Tyrant Falls in Love pt 2, Hinako Takanaga
  48. Fear Itself - A Journey into Mystery, by Gillen/Braithwaite
  49. Thor, by Michael Straczynski & Marko Djurojevic
  50. Mr. Stuffins, by Andrew Cosby & Johanna Stokes
  51. The Wind Through the Keyhole, by Stephen King
  52. The Stuff of Legend - Book One: The Dark, by Mike Raicht & Brian Smith
  53. Gunslinger Girl Omnibus Collection 1, by Yu Aida
  54. The Long Earth, by Terry Pratchett & Stephen Baxter
  55. The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle
  56. I'm the One I Want, by Margaret Cho
  57. Freedom's Challenge, by Anne McCaffrey
  58. Freedom's Ransom, by Anne McCaffrey
  59. Seraphina, by Rachel Hartman
  60. Marvel Visionaries: The Mighty Thor vol 5, by Walter Simonson
  61. On the Night of the Seventh Moon, by Victoria Holt
  62. Pure, by Julianna Baggott
  63. A Wrinkle in Time - the graphic novel, by Hope Larson
  64. Miss Peregrin's home for peculiar children, by Ransom Riggs
  65. Mockingjay, by Suzanne Collins
  66. The Bromeliad Trilogy, by Terry Pratchett
  67. Loveless 4, Yun Kouga
  68. Loveless 5, Yun Kouga
  69. Loveless 6, Yun Kouga
  70. The Tyrant Falls in Love vol 5, by Hinako Takanaga
  71. The Tyrant Falls in Love vol 6, by Hinako Takanaga
  72. Only Serious About You 1, by Asou Kai