There IS a God!

Of my top 50 favorite things in the world, I would say that a good 45 of them are directly related to the movie The Princess Bride. (The other five are Sounders players; in case you needed further proof that I have no life, there you have it.) Imagine my delight, then, when I discovered this last night right before bed:

Cary Elwes Memoir: Actor Writing Book About 'Princess Bride'

My first reaction was gasp so loudly that I'm fairly certain they heard it in Macedonia. The second was to run down the stairs and have this brief conversation with my mom:

Me: Mother?
Mom: Yes dear.
Me: I know what you will be getting me for Christmas next year.
Mom: Why can't I get it for you this year?
Me: Because it doesn't exist yet.

(For those of you who are reading this and don't know me--which leads me to wonder if my blog is being used as an instrument of torture--I am not the type of person to demand gifts. If I had my way, no one would ever give me anything and I would get to give everyone else as many presents as I wanted. I just thought I should clarify that.)

My third reaction was to text my friend Sara with the words "Oh. My. F&#@ing. God" and a link to the article, to which she responded, "Thank you, baby Jesus."

I'm sure the only people reading this are the people to whom I've already squealed the news, but I don't care; I love me my Princess Bride!

Carry on.

Poetry Corner Whenever I Feel Like It

Rumination

Jim Harrison


I sit up late dumb as a cow,
which is to say
somewhat conscious with thirst
and hunger, an eye for the new moon
and the morning's long walk
to the water tank. Everywhere
around me the birds are waiting
for the light. In this world of dreams
don't let the clock cut up
your life in pieces.