The Best Seat in the House

I feel fairly certain that I am probably one of the only people in a fifty mile radius who has put significant thought in to what I am about to tell you, and let it be know that I have put a great deal of thought into this:  A serious reader cannot read in just ANY chair.

I know, I know, you're wondering how one could even have a decent amount of time to read these days, let alone *think* about reading, but I am guilty.

This week I pledged to break back into reading after practically abstaining for over a year, and I have made it through approximately 130 pages of a 900+ book.  You may think "wow, that's not bad!" but I would wholeheartedly disagree.  I should have been half way through by now, and yet, I've barely made a dent!  This completely disturbs me because I have been known to devour a novel in just one day, and granted this book is quite lengthy, but I should still be more ahead than 130 pages in three or four days.

I have come to the conclusion that a serious reader, one who reads to satisfy a passion and thirst for drama, adventure, discovery, and knowledge, one who actively participates as another unnamed, unpinned character in the story, one who lives and breathes every word on the page rather than skims the lines to get to the main point, he or she must have a vessel in which to partake in such a passion!

I need a comfortable chair.

I do, I need a comfortable chair!  I can't read laying on my bed, because even for all the amazingness of the literature that I read, I am still susceptible to Mister Sandman.  I have tried to lay out on the couch and veg out, but between the lack of cushion and the fact that none of the lights in the room seem to catch any of the words on my page, I am at a loss.

I need a big, fluffy princess chair that allows me to wrap my legs up under me with arms long enough to balance my coffee mug on it.  My crocheted wispy blanket will hang on the back until it gets too cool and I need to warm my feet.  Yep, that'll be the life.

Guilt and other things.

I have been neglectful, not just of this blog but many things.

Also, I am a hypocrite. I have asked my lovely friend Megan to blog about her new life in Iowa, selfishly I might add so that I could continue to voyeuristically indulge in her life and whatnot while still being an 18 hour drive and many, many miles away, and yet I have not bothered to update this blog in over two months, with the last post being "I should blog again."  I am lame lame lame! Also, I realize that was probably a run on sentence, but I just don't care. Also, I have just said also four times in one paragraph, which is almost definitely a no-no.

To update you on my neglect, I have compiled a list of things that I have neglected:

1.)  I have neglected my favorite past time of reading.  Tis true, folks! I haven't read more than one book this summer. The book I did read, however, was a heartbreakingly fantastic book called "Handle with Care" by Jodi Piccoult, about a little girl born with Osteogenesis Imperfecta and a wrongful birth lawsuit. 

Never fear, I have corrected this as of yesterday.  I can now finally say that I am 100+ pages in to "A Dance with Dragons" by George R. R. (I will kill anyone you think you may love) Martin, and I must say I have no regrets.

2.)  I have also neglected my favorite beverage.  Kids, the fall is upon us, and with it comes the best things: apple cider, pumpkin picking, Halloween, and Sam Adams Octoberfest.  I have not been partaking in my favorite beverage season, but never fear, I will prevail!  I bought my first Octoberfest six pack and have been enjoying it, savoring it, all week. Sad to say, I had a Miller Light last night which made me realize I can not go back to crap beer ever again.

3.)  I haven't cooked anything other than baked chicken and white rice in what seems like forever.  I really enjoyed cooking back in the days when I was in my apartment, but since moving in with my dad, I feel like I have no desire to cook!  It's a shame really.  This week, I vow to be better and post something delicious that I have mastered in the kitchen.  Just call me the next Giada at home.

I have no number four, and I'm terrible at conclusions, so I'm just going to go.  Good to be back.