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Emoticons!
I don’t know when I turned into a 13-year-old when it comes to communication but I have. The only way to efficiently hold a discussion with me at this point is not in person, via phone call or even email but instead it’s by text. I’m on the phone a good part of the time for my part-time job so talking more to you is just a chore. Not to mention I just don’t have the time. I need short precise communication where a good “ha ha!” can quickly communicate that you are cracking me up (I’m against the less personal and more popular “lol.”). Since I’ve been looking for a job my email is stuffed full of job alerts and other less helpful information and it is just too much to go through. Ask my mom. I just responded to an email she sent me early last week. I’m sure she had long ago given up on me ever looking at it. I use to have to have my email box cleared out every day before I could relax. Now all I care about is that I’ve read all my texts. Email be damned.
Facebook’s Brilliant Messenger Stickers
Actually when I was 13 texting didn’t exist. Maybe that is why I’m late to the game. When texting became a thing it seemed so impersonal and juvenile. Now I’m on board. All in! My mom doesn’t have the ability to text on her phone plan but she calls Facebook messaging “texting.” She’s my mom so I let her. Everyone else’s Facebook messages often pile up in my inbox. Although the one thing Facebook has going for itself are those “stickers.” Do you use those? Those are brilliant? Why should I type out a full sentence when a cartoon dog drinking a glass of wine says everything you need to know from me at that moment? In fact, I need the same “stickers” to be available in texting. Sure you have those emoticons but they aren’t “emoting” enough. It’s no surprise that my most used emoticons are the doggie smiling face and the pile of poop. I have a friend who will text whole sentences only using these tiny little pictures. That’s pure talent if you ask me.
This past weekend one of my friends was trying to email me about volunteering at her son’s school, what time we had to meet, what we were doing, etc. I scanned the emails but, they were emails, so never responded. I HATE people like that. I always have. How long does it take to hit “respond” and then “ok.” Well now that I’m one of those people I’m here to tell you it takes too long. She finally gave up and texted me. Then I responded! Happy ending!
So if you need me skip the old-fashioned email communications, don’t you dare pick up a phone, if you drop by I’ll hide behind the closed-door and force all the dogs to be quiet until you leave … just text me!
26 Wednesday Feb 2014
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You know I dislike cleaning my house and since I have a zillion dogs coming in and out I have to do it all the time. It’s exhausting. Here is my current absolutely genius idea. Starting tonight it is supposed to rain in Los Angeles for a few days. It happens so rarely I’m sure it will make national news. In fact, if I turned on the news right now I’m sure there would be some kind of “storm watch” countdown happening. It just so happens my kitchen floor mats need to be washed. Why don’t I just put them out on the back fence and let the rain wash them? Then, when the rain stops, lay them out to dry? 
Isn’t that genius? To tell you the truth my big mat has been hanging out there for a while already. Someone peed on it and I cleaned it but felt like it needed to be aired out and then never brought it back in. Not just anyone peed on it. A dog peed on it. It isn’t like one of my friends came in, pulled down her pants and squatted right there in front of my kitchen cabinets. What I’m trying to say is this whole plan will take very little effort for me. I’ll just have to add the little mat and then when it is all said and done bring them both back in. Is there an easier way to clean a rubber backed kitchen mat I ask you? Nope. Great. I’m glad we are all on board with this plan.
(Pictures of kitchen mats are boring so here are some pictures of Asscher, Riggins, and me on our hike this morning.)
25 Tuesday Feb 2014
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almond milk, atheist, avocado, breakfast, Chick-fil-a, chicken, coconut milk, egg white, egg yolk, food, God, Lewis Black, milk, vegetarian
If you are like me and multi task while watching TV by being on Pinterest then you know “hacks” are the new big thing. (I’m convinced this is why I can no longer watch anything but sitcoms. Anything more complicated than that and I look up from my iPhone wondering why so and so is dead and have to rewind only to do it all over again because there are succulent arrangements on Pinterest that have really caught my attention). “Hacks” are ways of doing things you normally do, but better. Most aren’t very helpful but every once in a while you find a good one and it makes the hours you spent reading through blog after blog worth it. Of course, you immediately forget about it once you turn your computer off or set down your iPhone. For a good 5 seconds your life seems much easier. I thought I’d share a few of my food hacks with you. If we were being honest, and I will be, they aren’t hacks at all but I was trying to be hip and cool so I used that word to describe them.
* Almond milk – Moo cow milk sucks. It’s disgusting. Just saying it makes me gag just a little in the back of my throat. It also kills my stomach. It took me a long time to admit that I’m probably somewhat lactose intolerant. The last time I had real ice cream I spent the evening in the fetal position praying to the gods of stomach pains to just take me and be done with it. Since my folks were not hippies and I love Lewis Black (mostly because I love Lewis Black – see video below) it took me a long time to tiptoe down the milk aisle a bit and try some of the milk alternatives. They are pretty good guys … p r e t t y good. My favorite is the unflavored almond milk. It tastes a lot like non-fat milk but not as gaggy. The very best part is that it lasts FOREVER! I was always throwing milk away. No matter how small a carton I’d purchase I’d never get through it before it went bad. Almond milk is like Twinkies of the milk aisle. It lasts forever. Well forever in milk years. There are other options out there. If you have a child who likes sugary cereals give him/her coconut milk. It probably has too many calories for you but your skinny little child can take it plus it is naturally the sweetest thing you have ever tasted … and this is me saying that … me … the woman who can eat cotton candy straight from the machine.
If you are hesitant to jump off the “Moo Cow Fuck Milk” (thanks Mr. Black) train then start with the chocolate version of your fake milk of choice. It’s the gateway milk product that can help you transition.
* Fake Chicken – I’m going to say this and then crawl under my desk in shame. I really like Chick-fil-a. It’s freakin’ delicious. I say this as an atheist sitting here typing this while wearing a “Straight against Hate” shirt (seriously). Those God loving folks know their way around a chicken sandwich. I’ll give them that. I realize I shouldn’t like them. I know I know … but it’s goooooooooooooood. They are also crazy nice. Have you been to one? Apparently the fear of God equals unparalleled customer service. I can love my gays, Bill Nye, AND Chick-fil-a … can’t I? (Note — No offense meant toward my religious friends. More toward intolerant folks. Those folks I can’t tolerant — isn’t it ironic — don’t you think?)
Well besides not wanting to support that “type” of company (that much … It’s seriously good) I also really try not to eat that many animals. I am semi-vegetarian. Which means I’m not vegetarian at all. I have no health reason to be vegetarian. I just feel like for someone who loves animals as much as I do I shouldn’t be happy with them being tortured for my food. Don’t get me wrong if you promised me I’d never get caught I’d happily crawl into a black catsuit, slink over my neighbors fence, kill that rooster, pluck out it’s feathers, cook it and eat it. I really hate that rooster. I suppose I’m fine with free range type animal foods. Sadly I’m too poor and don’t have enough patience to eat that way right this minute. So when I can I choose vegetarian over meat … at least when I’m by myself in my own home. I’m not putting anyone out for me being this crazy.
(*** I had to stop writing this to go meet a friend for lunch. I had pizza that included cheese and pepperoni. I know need to go down an entire bottle of pepto bismol. Why does my stomach hate me???? ***)
Being a non-semi-kinda-not really-vegetarian isn’t the point of this. The point is I want Chick-fil-a sandwiches without the guilt. Answer … a bagel and fake chicken patties. Now hear me out. There is no doubt that a fake chicken patty is nowhere close to a big fat juicy chick-fil-a patty. I’m not trying to tell you it is. BUT it’s a pretty good substitute and for someone like me it’s perfect. Plop one of those in the microwave and stick it in between a bagel and you have yourself a fake guilt free sandwich! The fat bagel picks up the substance slack from the non-chicken chicken. If you are gluten free or carb free then I can’t help you.
* Egg white sandwiches everywhere. Now I just said I try not to eat meat. Then I told you I had pepperoni on my pizza so you know I’m not trying that hard. I also don’t count breakfast meat. Bacon, turkey, and sausage don’t count as long as they are consumed as part of a breakfast item. Note that they don’t need to be consumed at breakfast just as long as they are part of a traditional breakfast item. You can eat a breakfast burrito with bacon for dinner, for example. One thing I don’t like at all is egg yolk. It’s absolutely disgusting. I like my eggs as nature intended. Poured out of a carton titled “egg whites.” An egg white and avocado sandwich may be the most perfect food on the planet. Egg whites are also super easy to make plus you can act really self-satisfied when the doctor says you have high cholesterol and need to stop eating egg yolks. “Way ahead of you doc.” 1 minute on the stove top or less time in the microwave and tada! Perfection. The thing is sometimes you are busy and on the road when your stomach is growling and you HAVE to stop for a bite. Now you can actually get egg white sandwiches from quick serve restaurants (aka the classy name for fast food joints). It’s a brave new world out there. Subway was the first to start this new and exciting fad. Add some spinach, cucumber and avocado and you have a great way to break your fast (I’ve been reading the Game of Thrones books). Sadly when you have 5 dogs in the car you can’t really leave them to run into Subway for a sandwich artist to take his time putting together a piece of art. Luckily two drive thru joints have joined in the fun. McDonalds now has an egg white option. It comes with canadian bacon which is gross, but you can swap it out for real person bacon or just give the canadian bacon to whatever dog is closest to you at the time. It’s pretty freakin’ fantastic. NOW Jack in the Box is on board. Never one to be left out of a food fad the box now has a yolk free option. When you hold it in your hands you are going to wonder how you got so lazy that you couldn’t make this yourself at home but then you will shrug and happily stuff it in your mouth. Their option comes with a slice of turkey and tomato and is on a hamburger bun so you don’t forget where you got it.
There you go! Go … be free and eat.
20 Thursday Feb 2014
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Asscher, Dog, dog poop, dog walking, dogs, gangs, great dane, Griffith Park, hiking, poop, Riggins, tagging, trail
This morning Riggins, Asscher and I headed up to Griffith Park to check out a new trail. Not a new trail to this earth. A new trail to us. As I’ve mentioned before when I’m hiking I don’t listen to music or podcasts so that I can be alert for critter/snake/bad people sounds. This means it is a good time for my mind to wander. Here are my random thoughts from today’s adventure.
* Why all the nature tagging? Recently I’ve noticed an increase of tagging on my hikes. Why? (I suppose the real answer is an increase in gang activity and a decrease in police activity but I don’t want to think about that.) I’m not an expert but these do seem to be gang/territory related. It’s bad enough when buildings and property are covered in spray paint but it just plain ol’ sucks when it starts showing up on trees and rocks. Today I saw a side of a hill tagged. Side of a hill?!?!?!? First of all, what good does that do? Someone has to walk uphill a good 1/2 hour before they even see it. Have gangs now become more health conscious? Have they added cardio to their daily routine? Why there? The scenic overview of the golf course is a great place for a drug buy? I’d also like to point out that you have tagged dirt. Although I find this almost humorous it is less than permanent, which I think is your ultimate goal. When LA eventually gets a good rain your “art” will get washed away. You are also making it very difficult for me to take nature photos of the dogs. Lots of the good views are now scarred by your markings. Please stop. It’s really disgraceful.
* Hey fellow dog folks … pick up your dog’s poop. First of all it’s the law. I know you are laughing at me as I’m the “no leash on hikes” gal law or not but this law I actually follow. First of all poop all over the trails is gross. It smells like … well like poop and that is not pleasant. It’s the number one reason non-dog owners give for not liking dogs on trails and paths and who can blame them? Don’t give them that ammo. Just pick it up like a good dog owner. Those who don’t pick it up will tell you it’s natural fertilizer. They are full of crap (ha ha ha … crap … get it). Dog poop is not always healthy. It can contain viruses, microbes, and bacteria that will eventually make its way into the water table. Dog poop can also contain nasty stuff like adenovirus, parvovirus, giardia, coccidian, roundworm, and tapeworm (bad gross bugs). It just so happens that dogs like to eat other dogs poop so not picking up your dogs number twos makes it harder for another dog to walk past such delicious temptation. Your dog may have a clean bill of health but the next poop dog may not. Best to keep all temptation away. Just like shoes, socks and cell phones (all of which have been munched on by Riggins at one time or another). I realize it’s a pain in the butt sometimes (butt … poop … get it) but just do it. Hard core dog poop advocates will tell you that you should flush your poop. I don’t go that far. Just pick it up in one of those biodegradable bags and toss it in a trash can. Sure then it is doing bad stuff to landfills but baby steps.
* I really didn’t like the guy walking his great dane on the trail today. He was trying to be a good dog owner and “correct” his dog as he walked but he was just being a big ol’ mean man. When I saw he was being super strict I pulled Asscher and Riggins toward me to keep them from distracting the poor dog. I give the dogs a lot of freedom on trail walks. Sidewalk walks they have to “walk pretty.” That means walk next to me like you would see Cesar Millan doing in one of his many TV episodes. The trail, though, is their time to sniff around and have fun. Honestly this guy is lucky I had the two of them on leash at all. Apparently he did not agree with this philosophy as he was going to make his dog stay next to him, head straight come hell or high water. The dog had a choke chain on, which I hate. I realize many people use them and they have proven to work for many. They just scare me. I feel like they could harm a dog’s throat. I much prefer walking harnesses that correct in other ways. He would yank on that choke chain with such vicious anger it was scary. His face would get all twisted up. He was the alpha. He was in charge. He was the human … GOD DAMN IT! It made me sad. Great danes don’t have a long life span. Only 6-8 years normally. They are gentle giants and the poor guy just wanted to say hi to the other dogs on the path or watch a squirrel go up a tree. His dad didn’t need to be so rough with him. I wanted to punch the guy in the kidneys, tell him his dog’s deserves to be cuddled not tugged during his short life, grab his dogs leash and take off. I suppose that would have been a little over dramatic. I’d like to think he is actually a very well taken care of dog with an owner that is just strict on walks. Perhaps he went home to a nice comfy bed for a peaceful post hike nap!
19 Wednesday Feb 2014
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I have very vivid dreams. Often I have to sit back and wonder “did that take place in reality or in dream land.” It can be very confusing. Not just confusing to me but for those around me. Imagine trying to keep up on a conversation only to have me stop after you have looked at me with a blank stare for a good 5 minutes and have me say, “never mind I guess we discussed this in my dream.” Not to mention if you piss me off in my dream you best back off. I’ve held grudges into real life more than once. It really angered one of my past boyfriends, “Why am I in trouble for something my dream persona did? How can I help what he does?” If you have to ask then I can’t help you dude …
The saddest part of my dream life is I often wake up and think, “that was a good one I
have to remember that.” Then I don’t. Sometimes my dreams are epic and are blockbuster July movie quality and I have no choice but to remember them. There was one YEARS ago where the world was flooded by an acid like water substance so the survivors of the world had to climb up on structures to live. It was like Waterworld but harsher and with no Tina Turner (Wait Tina Turner was in Mad Max not Waterworld. Am I the only person who gets those two movies confused?). There was me though and I was bad ass! The acid water was caused by some horrible industry fail and they were trying to rule the world by taking over the earth (that part of the plot was fuzzy). There was one part (key turning point in the story) when a small child was falling off a building head first into the acid water and I tied a bungee (yah there was a bungee close so what) to my ankle and jumped. I grabbed the kid and held him close to my chest but the give of the bungee and momentum of my body caused my arm to fling out touching the acid water but I didn’t notice. Everyone at the top of the building was ready to see a eaten up stump when they pulled me up but NO! Turns out it wasn’t acid water. It was just regular water and our brains were telling us it was acid water so that’s what it was to us (all in our heads). It didn’t hurt me because I hadn’t noticed it was happening. Once we were aware it was all in our heads the spell was broken. The bad dude industry was doping us with some freaky drug to rule our brains. I don’t know why. I didn’t dream that part. Someone in Hollywood has to polish that script a bit.
Anyway last night I had another good one. I was living in a big ol’ mansion like house with Riggins and my ex boyfriend (who, in my dream, wasn’t my ex although there were many times that I thought “you are an idiot”). My friends were filming some movie in the backyard. At one point my ex got a very mysterious call. He turned to me and another friend and said we had to go now. Apparently he had been working with the government on some super secret mission (which I remember thinking was odd since he was an idiot). Turns out the aliens had come back to get all of us (Scientologist were right I guess) because our life cycles were over. You see when we die we were just given another body over and over again so past lives were real and it was all because of the aliens (meaning I was totally wrong this entire time and owe a bunch of people an apology). Anyway the key people had to get the hell out of dodge so they could be “saved.” This included my idiot boyfriend who was taking me and this other friend (I have no idea why he was coming but every story needs a wacky sidekick). I demanded we bring Riggins as well. Riggins had past lives too so that was ok with everyone. My ex magically pulled out this giant truck from our living room that had the stuff we needed loaded up and tried to get us to leave. I wasn’t really questioning him but I was really pissed off because he had really screwed up our house. Furniture was pushed around and turned upside down. We were leaving the set (aka our house and our friends) to go on some stupid trip somewhere stupid with this idiot leading us. My ex kept telling me it didn’t matter but I wasn’t getting the fact that we weren’t coming back. Apparently we had to go to some place with the other believers (yes John Travolta AND Tom Cruise were going) to be shown all our past lives by the aliens so we could be “saved” as everyone else got alien zapped. I woke up when I realized I didn’t want to see the aliens. Aliens scare me.
If you would like to make these movies please contact my agent.
14 Friday Feb 2014
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Happy Valentine’s Day!
Love,
Wendy & Riggins
(+ our guests – Lousy, Malcolm & Missy)
13 Thursday Feb 2014
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Tomorrow, Feb. 14th, is V day. To most that means Valentines day. A holiday I’m not really in to but my niece, Kira, will happily point out that red is my favorite color so I can’t dislike it too much. 100 x’s better than that pastel wearing Easter that is right around the corner. Watered down colors … blah! It’s a day of XOXO, flowers and chocolate. For another group V Day is being used as a global call to action to end violence against women and girls. 1 Billion Rising! Per their website:
“On 14 February 2013, one billion people in 207 countries rose and danced to demand an end to violence against women and girls.
On 14 February 2014*, we are escalating our efforts, calling on women and men everywhere to RISE, RELEASE, DANCE, and demand JUSTICE!”
You can find a dance party near you by going to their site and looking up events in your area. Above and beyond global dance flash mobs of Debbie Allen’s specially choreographed “Break the Chain” (If I can learn it you can … there are how to videos on YouTube) there are also marches and productions of The Vagina Monologues. This year P!nk and her dancers taped themselves performing the dance Since I love her and I just happen to know the dance I was more than happy to blast it and dance around my room with her pretending I was her friend united in our love for women’s rights! I suggest you do the same! Below take a look at P!nk’s video along with my post from last year’s event. This year in between smooches take pause and do a little jig to help raise awareness to end violence against women.
Yesterday, Feb. 14th, I took part in the event “1 Billion Rising,” (more info found in an earlier post – http://wp.me/p159Ee-9q) a global strike to refuse to accept continued violence against women. As I mentioned in my original post I don’t have much personal experience to bring to the table but I think it is an extremely important issue and one that deserves all of our support. 1 billion women (1 in 3) hurt by violence is simply unacceptable. I’ll give you a quick walk through of my day then leave you with a video from the founders of One Billion Rising.
Sadly Riggins didn’t join me in protest. First of all, he refused to learn the dance to Break the Chain (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WufjSyE_rK8), which was just lazy on his part. Secondly, he doesn’t like crazy and/or smelly people and I was headed to the heart of downtown Los Angeles. He was better off left at home.
Parking at Pershing Square, where the gathering was being held, was pricey so I drove up a few blocks and parked at a cheaper lot (since it is near one of my favorite bars it is also a parking lot I’m familiar with). The jaunt to the event location would not even be a question in NY but here in LA that length of a walk is simply unheard of. I wasn’t in the best area but in the middle of the day the streets of downtown are a 1:1 ration of scary and businessmen/women. I figured being a victim of violence while heading to a rally against violence was simply too on point to actually happen
The gathering I went to was one of the smaller ones in Los Angeles as women (and a few brave men) ducked out of their offices on their lunch break to lend their support. As more
participants came together we all grabbed a cardboard heart to write why we were rising and tied it around our wrists. I REALLY wanted to write that I was doing it for the penguins (why? read – http://wp.me/p159Ee-aM) but this was serious stuff. Not the time or place for an inside joke just to make you and me giggle. I wrote, “I’m rising because love is better than hate …. always.” I ran out of room so the bottom half is unreadable. Still, it seemed more appropriate than the penguin comment.
The event organizers introduced themselves and started things off. First a very nice (I assume. I mean, I didn’t talk to her but I figure she is nice.) women in very tall heels (extra points for dancing in those) sang an original song
she had written. Deep … moving … emotional. Then a dance troop did the Break the Chainsdance for us before a quick tutorial. I was very happy I put in the time the night before and earlier in the morning to learn the dance as the tutorial was down and dirty and not much help if you weren’t already in the know. Then we all danced it together. It was FABULOUS! So much fun to just not give a flying freak what anyone thinks and dance with all your might in the middle of Los Angeles. After that they put on more music and just let the dancing continue.
Later that day I went to my Bar Method studio in Pasadena which had donated all their classes to One Billion Rising. With the complimentary class was a suggested donation to the cause. You know I love Bar Method and the fact that it was supporting such a positive message was an extra bonus.
All day it was inspiring to watch online as the videos come in from around the world of women and men rising. If you want to check them out some can be found on V-Day’s YouTube page or the event’s Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/OneBillionRising). I hope that our global dance party helped bring attention to the horrible issue of violence against women and sparked more discussion and solutions.
As promised — Video
*Trigger Warning* A film by @EveEnsler and Tony Stroebel.
13 Thursday Feb 2014
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I used Riggins dog conditioner as shaving cream for my legs in the shower today.
12 Wednesday Feb 2014
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50 Shades of Grey, books, e-reader, ereader, Game of Thrones, Hunger Games, kindle, reading, Tyrion
I remember when I told people I would NEVER EVER EVER stop reading solid real books with actual pages. I was old school and it just wasn’t going to happen. “I liked the feel of the book in my hands,” I would exclaim. In my head and heart I just knew that no real true literature lover would dare to read through something as cold and mechanical as an e-reader. Blah! NEVER!
Then everyone I knew who had a Kindle or similar device would tell me they thought the same exact thing and now they LOVE their cold mechanical e-reader more than life itself.
One day my folks came over to see me and brought an early birthday present. At the time I was traveling a lot (A TON) for work and they felt that I needed to open this specific gift ASAP. It was a Kindle. I wasn’t overly impressed but now that I had it I would give it a shot. It took about 5 minutes before I was hooked. E-READERS ARE THE BEST!!!!!!! Seriously if you don’t have one you need one STAT. I have issues with light and headaches so I really love my low scale, non fancy, least expensive, Kindle with no back light. Although those folks who have the fancier version swear by them too so I’m sure they are just as, if not more, brilliant.
Here is why e-readers rock:
* They are light. I’m currently reading the 5 Game of Thrones novels. In real book form I’d need a body builder to follow me around to carry them but on the e-reader I can lift it with just a couple of fingers. This is great for someone like me who reads in bed and tends to drop books on her face a lot. Recently I noticed I had a bruise behind my ear. I could not for the life of me figure out how I got that. Last night I curled up in bed on my side to see what silly Tyrion was up to and realized the bruise was from laying on the side of my face and having my glasses hit mush between my ear and face. I’m very fragile.
* You can purchase books so easily it is actually dangerous. One, maybe two clicks, of a button and your new book is loading on your device faster than you can say, “May the odds be ever in your favor.”
* You can easily slip your e-reader into a carry on or purse to take it anywhere and everywhere. It’s genius in its portability.
* No dust. If you are like me you’ve had issues with old dusty books. There actually could be dust on your e-reader but a good swipe across your shirt and you are good to go!
* Built in dictionary. I tend not to care when I don’t know a word and just power through it. I remember in elementary school when the teacher realized I was doing this and was horrified. Tough toddles. I’m still at it! If you are like my friend Anna though you care enough to look up the words you don’t know. That is super easy to do with an e-reader.
* Built in “top” lists so you can see what you should be reading.
* Cheaper than you think books and, in some cases, even free books and/or books you can “borrow.”
Of course there are a few downsides. If you are reading a dense book with a zillion
Time to snuggle and read!
characters like the Game of Thrones or the Girl with a Dragon Tattoo series it is difficult to flip back and verify who is who. You can bookmark and such on an e-reader but it’s just not something I have done consistently. You can’t see how many pages you have left but you can see the % of what you have read. I now say things like, “I could only get through 30% of 50 Shades of Grey before I gave up and deleted it.” vs “I was about 1/4 way through and just tossed the thing in the garbage where it belongs.” It’s dangerous to read in the bathtub since you could destroy your precious e-reader. Although I still do it. Finally you can’t pass books around your friends and all get hooked on the same exact copy of the same book … which is just fun!
Even with the few downsides I’m all in on the e-reader. Seriously if you don’t have one … get one!
Me Myself & Riggins 
