I’ll be honest, I’m a bit dried up in the blog topics this week. But, I’d like to direct you to my newest adventure — being a book reviewer for the Book Nook Club.
Playful Professional asked for some new reviewers, and I eagerly/hesitantly (if that’s possible) signed up. The challenge has now become finding books to read that haven’t already been reviewed! I’m only one review in, but I’m already having fun and it’s caused me to really up my reading the past couple weeks.
So head on over for my first review of Speak Softly, She Can Hear, by Pam Lewis. (Bonus: The book’s about s-e-x. Always a page turner!)
For the first time, I filled out a March Madness bracket. I’ve never been much of a sports fan, following my alma mater (Michigan State) when it was appropriate, but otherwise feeling rather indifferent toward sports. I was the girl that cared more about the marching band at football games than the actual football team.
But for some reason this year, I decided to step out of my box. And now I’m hooked. I was up until midnight on Thursday and Friday watching the games and cheering for teams I’d never heard of, like Murray State, Siena or St. Mary’s California.
It is a bit maddening, this March Madness. I mean really, how do you choose who’s going to win among 64 random teams? Everyone has their own methodology, and even though I’m only 1 year in, here’s mine:
- Name recognition. I believe in strong brand awareness, and if I know your name, I’m likely to pick you. Who gives a shit if Louisville hasn’t been good in years? I know you, you’re going all the way.
- Loyalty. In addition to MSU, I have a few favorites. My father went to Oklahoma State. I was born in Manhattan, home of Kansas State. Oakland University is in a suburb of Detroit. Funny thing is, when it came down to it, loyalty didn’t cloud my judgment. Sure, it made me think a minute, but loyalty only played a role when I thought the team was good. Which has worked out well now that MSU and K State are headed to the Sweet Sixteen.
- Sweet Nothings. I did my bracket while on the phone with DD. You better believe I casually asked for his advice without making it seem like I was asking for his advice.
Not sure that my methodology has worked out for me. My bracket is completely busted (I’m looking at you Georgetown and Kansas). I’m thinking I need to get better at picking upsets (damn you, Murray State, I almost picked you!)
So tell me, how do you make your picks?
I finally (!!) got around to updating my blogroll. We won’t say how long it’s been since it happened last. But since then, I’ve met/found so many new bloggers and other faves have changed their domains — sometimes 2 or 3 times! I was feeling pretty bad that I was appearing on several blogrolls of blogs I also adore, yet I wasn’t sharing the love.
Well, no more! Click on out of your reader and check out the list. Maybe you’ll find someone new!
And to those of you on it, I beg — PLEAD — with you to not change your URL for at least a couple weeks. K thx 🙂
Yes, I’ve been slacking. I’ve been gone the majority of the week, but have plenty to share with you next week!
In the meantime, I have a Friday Foto!
This week’s photo marries one wonderful thing — St. Patrick’s Day — with one somewhat wonderful thing — running.
On the Sunday before St. Patrick’s Day, Detroit hosts a St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Corktown, one of the city’s oldest neighborhoods. Prior to the parade, there’s a 5K race that starts and ends at the train station I’ve mentioned before.
The race is the epitome of a fun run, with many runners completing the course with a beer in hand and others dressed in crazy costumes. My personal favorite was the leprechaun and pot of gold.
This was my first year seeing the race and parade. It was rainy and cold, but I had several friends running so I wanted to cheer them on. Afterward, I met up with them and DD to watch bits of the parade.
The parade is nothing special. Irish families walk the route with banners proclaiming their family name. There are a few cars and almost no floats. But the rag tag event still draws a crowd.
We meandered along the route and eventually found ourselves in what can only be described as a blind pig. A friend of a friend owns one of the abandoned buildings in the area and is in the process of renovating it. We were able to stop in for a quick drink and a blast of warmth, which was nice.
While I wish the weather had been better, it was still a great way to spend a Sunday and celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, especially since I wasn’t able to take part in any festivities on Wednesday.
I almost didn’t have a photo this week. For shame, right?!
But then I was walking to work this morning and saw this:
A crowd of red jacketed City Year volunteers warming up for the day.
According to their Web site, City Year is a nationwide service program that started in the late 1980s. High school grads and other young adults choose to spend a year volunteering in an urban area. Much of their service is tied to education and mentoring, but they also participate in community transformation projects that clean up and improve the cities where they serve.
In Detroit, City Year volunteers can be found tutoring kids in our schools, painting murals in local neighborhoods, and mentoring youth so that they learn the importance of making a difference.
Every so often, they can also be found in Campus Martius Park, as I found them this morning. Volunteers start their day with warm ups and other energizing activities before deploying to their service sites. Today, it’s rather dreary and rainy, but as I approached the park I kept seeing red jackets walking toward it. And then when I turned the corner, there was the group, loud and active on an otherwise quiet Friday.
Their exuberance infected me as I finished the walk to work. Knowing that they’re out there trying to make Detroit a better place gave me the energy to try to do the same.
I was working on a post on social media and connectedness, but it’s just not coming together and I don’t have the brain power to mess with it. Luckily, the brain is still processing bullets, so let’s look at all the things kicking around in my head today!
- Yesterday, I got up at 6 a.m. and worked out before heading into work early. As a hardcore non-morning person, this was a feat. And a feat I sort of enjoyed. We’ll see if I can keep it going.
- Last night I talked to an old friend for over 2 hours. We go way back to high school, but distance has separated us and we only see each other once every year or so. But, the beauty of our friendship is that even after months of not talking, we can pick up right where we left off. And I found out I get to see her in a couple months!!!
- I’ve joined a nonprofit board. It’s a little organization, and I’m still a bit unsure of how I feel about the whole thing, but I do think it’s a step in the right direction for me so I’m looking forward to seeing how it plays out.
- Next week, I’ll be out of town for work (and so probably not blogging). I rarely travel for work, thus I’m REALLY excited.
- This weekend is another Detroit blogger outing and I’m looking forward to seeing everyone again. And picking up my really awesome handmade ring from Sillygrrl.
What’s kicking around your head?
I never thought I’d say this, but it’s happened.
I’ve got baby fever.
(Seriously. Click on the link. You’ll see how unlikely I thought this was).
I think I know where it’s coming from. One of my best friends had a baby last summer; the first of my friends to start popping out these little bundles of joy. And then this week, a friend of DD’s — who I’ve also grown close to — had a lovely little one.
I’ve watched his friend throughout her entire pregnancy and as her belly grew, so did my envy. It wasn’t envy in a green-eyed or malicious way, but rather, a realization that it was something I wanted too. For the past few years, I’ve been proud to say that my biological clock isn’t even turned on, so it’s a realization that’s coming as a bit of a surprise.
I think the envy is also coming from a realization that I’m nowhere near the point of having one. While friends are truly settling down by procreating, DD and I are barely on the subject of marriage. It’s there, but it has to be handled with care. So the subject of my own procreation some day is an even more distant thought.
I know I have many good childbirth years ahead of me, so there’s no need to go all biological clock crazy on him. I also know that right now this is more of a baby fever, not a full-blown child fever. One evening with his nephews, ages 7 and 9, makes me want to run screaming for my birth control.
But rocking a fussy baby to sleep using my inherent momma sway does make me think that maybe, just maybe, I can do it one day.