Reading Rainbow

I got this from SFTR, and just couldn’t help but see which ones I’ve read.

The one’s I’ve read are in purple:

Scary Stories (Series) by Alvin Schwartz
Daddy’s Roommate by Michael Willhoite

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling (I’ve read a couple of them)
Forever by Judy Blume
Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
Alice (Series) by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman
My Brother Sam is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
The Giver by Lois Lowry
It’s Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris
Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine
A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
Sex by Madonna
Earth’s Children (Series) by Jean M. Auel
The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
Go Ask Alice by Anonymous
Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers
In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak
The Stupids (Series) by Harry Allard
The Witches by Roald Dahl
The New Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein
Anastasia Krupnik (Series) by Lois Lowry
The Goats by Brock Cole
Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane

Blubber by Judy Blume
Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan
Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam
We All Fall Down by Robert Cormier
Final Exit by Derek Humphry
The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George
The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Girls: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Daughters by Lynda Madaras
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Beloved by Toni Morrison
The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
The Pigman by Paul Zindel
Bumps in the Night by Harry Allard

Deenie by Judy Blume
Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden
The Boy Who Lost His Face by Louis Sachar
Cross Your Fingers, Spit in Your Hat by Alvin Schwartz

A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice)
Asking About Sex and Growing Up by Joanna Cole
Cujo by Stephen King
James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
The Anarchist Cookbook by William Powell
Boys and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
Ordinary People by Judith Guest
American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Boys: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Sons by Lynda Madaras
Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
Crazy Lady by Jane Conly
Athletic Shorts by Chris Crutcher
Fade by Robert Cormier
Guess What? by Mem Fox
The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende

The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Native Son by Richard Wright
Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women’s Fantasies by Nancy Friday
Curses, Hexes and Spells by Daniel Cohen

Jack by A.M. Homes
Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo A. Anaya
Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle
Carrie by Stephen King
Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume
On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer
Arizona Kid by Ron Koertge
Family Secrets by Norma Klein
Mommy Laid An Egg by Babette Cole

The Dead Zone by Stephen King
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
Always Running by Luis Rodriguez
Private Parts by Howard Stern

Where’s Waldo? by Martin Hanford
Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene
Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman
Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett
Running Loose by Chris Crutcher
Sex Education by Jenny Davis
The Drowning of Stephen Jones by Bette Greene
Girls and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell
View from the Cherry Tree by Willo Davis Roberts
The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Keatley Snyder
The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney
Jump Ship to Freedom by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier

Wow… I didn’t read as many as I thought I would. That’s interesting…
Feel free to take the list and play~~

Beware The Boy

I’ve talked a lot some about my BIL and his children… “The Boys”. If you recall, a few days ago I was to attend a command performance of the older one turning the magical age of 16. I didn’t make it. (Oh. Darn.) I don’t know about your neck of the woods, but around here that only means one thing. Especially, but not exclusively, to boys. The Driver’s License.

Hubby called me awhile ago to inform me he saw this Boy-Driver on the road heading in the direction of Hubby’s shop. This can’t be a good thing. BIL has taken advantage of the shop since there has been a shop, and has continued on taking advantage even after FIL passed away and the shop became Hubby’s. It’s located at MIL’s house, but we pay all the utilities for the shop as well as her house as a form of rent on the building. Hubby has a hoist, as well as “more tools than God” and supplies up the ying-yang. (Technical term.) BIL thinks nothing of helping himself to whatever is there, without bothering to even offer to pay for the supplies he takes (not mentioning the water, electricity, etc.). This drives me up a wall.

That screw, nut, washer, can of oil, rag, papertowels, oil dry, carb cleaner, glass cleaner, car wash foam, you name it that you have used has been paid for by ME (the collective ME which means, Hubby and Myself). ME is the one who has to replace every. friggin’. thing. you. use. You think that is an insignificant bit of metal, that screw you just used or that lightbulb you just replaced or that fuse you just slipped into your vehicle. It may be to YOU, to ME it is M-O-N-E-Y.

Besides the use of equipment and parts and those things like water and electricity, you have no respect for the things you are using or the person to whom these things belong to. Do you ever ask if you can use the hoist? No, you just help yourself – or call and see if it’s going to be occupied without actually asking to use it.

Hubby tried to lock his toolbox once and BIL went to MIL and complained. Guess what? Yep, you guessed it. He changed the locks on the shop, too, but MIL had to have a key because she’s the owner. Not a week later, BIL had a key.

A big part of the frustration is BIL’s complete lack of attention to what his kids are doing when they come with (of course they come with! This is the greatest amusement park on the planet, doncha know? It’s THE FARM! Rides galore! Lots of things to rummage through and pilfer… did I say pilfer? Um…yes, yes I did, damnit.) Since they were little, BIL would bring them to the shop and look around and say, “oh, sure…go ahead and ride your bike all over the shop – don’t mind the $100,000 tractor sitting there… if you scratch it, I’m sure Uncle ___ won’t mind”

Once we had a new 4-wheeler sitting in the shop to demo. We hadn’t even decided if we were going to buy it yet (we use a 4-wheeler on the farm for spraying fencerows and various things – it’s a tool, not a toy). Hubby went to the shop after BIL and The Boys had been there and noticed tracks all over MIL’s yard. Goes into the shop and the 4-wheeler is exactly where he left it… but it had 20 miles on it! WTF!?!? Yes, the oldest boy had been riding it – with his father’s permission (BIL).

They wonder why we hate strongly dislike them on some days.

So, back to today. Hubby sees The Boy heading toward the shop. He’s pretty sure MIL isn’t around, he’s on the way to our house for something, and BIL isn’t around either. Wonder what The Boy is up to? Does he now feel since he’s driving that he is going to go to the shop to wash and work on and steal things for his vehicle too? I mean, what’s to stop him… he doesn’t have a very good track record with our family (remember Em’s run-in with him?).

Hubby calls me back. He decided to follow and see what was going on. He met The Boy coming back at a high rate of speed, sliding and skidding all over the gravel road. Hubby figured out that MIL must have been there and figured out The Boy shouldn’t have been, so shoo-ed him off. Now, that’s interesting… Hubby said he looked really mad – didn’t even wave. Figures the way he’s driving he may not have that license for long.

I can hardly wait… (yeah, Evil Aunt Sue… that’s me…)

What Was I Thinking?

No…I mean this literally… what in the hell was I just thinking? I swear, the older I get the more forgetful I get. More to the point – I’m going insane. I’m beginning to think there are poltergeists living in my house. Car. Office. Following me around in my back pocket. It’s awful.

Case in point.

Yesterday I went to help a friend with her computer. She didn’t have a disk she needed and I knew I had one at home. I go home to get it. I find it. All is well. Then, being the forward thinker I am, I decide to see if there is anything else I might need (since I was there, and all). I’m looking through my disks. I see one that I ponder, then reject, setting aside so I think. I look through a couple of other things, and in the back of my mind decide maybe I need that other disk after all. Do you see what’s coming here? Do you? YES. You figured it out. I CAN’T FIND THE FRIGGIN’DISK. WTF? It was just in my hand. I saw it. I handled it. I’m sure I put it down right there.

I tore my office apart looking for that disk. Did I ever find it? No. What does that say about me? Did I really have it to start with?

Later, Hubby calls me at home and says we need the XYZ paper to send to the government office. Could I please get it out? Oh, sure, I’m thinking… we just made a copy of it the other day. I remember this. I know I had it.

Again, the “Let’s make Sue crazy” fairies were at work. No paper. Anywhere. Once more I looked everywhere. E V E R Y W H E R E.

What is happening here? I’m loosing everything… and suspect my mind is what is really lost… If you find it, please return it. I’ve decided maybe I need it.