Books

I just finished a book by Nicholas Sparks. It's the fourth book of his that I have read. He wrote "A Walk To Remember," A great book which was later made into a movie starring Mandy Moore. Until I read "A Walk To Remember," I never knew that a book could make me cry. I mean, everything else has the ability to make me cry, but I never have really been touched by a book in the same way. Well, tonight, the water works were a flowing. Wow! If I could remember the name of the one I read tonight I would tell you (yes, I read a whole book in a night, I read fast, especially if it's good.) Something about the way he writes or the emotions that he goes for, have had me crying by the end of every book of his I've ever read. It's not a bad kind of crying, not one that leaves me feeling all drained. It's more of an identifying with the characters in his book, and feeling really moved kind of crying.
I love books. Give me a quiet house, and a good book and I am happy. I don't need to go out and party, or really even do things others think are exciting. I am very low key and I actually usually don't like a lot of excitement going on around me. I'm not one to thrive on adrenalen.

I babysat today. I kept a 2 1/2 year old girl that I have met, but never babysat before. Here is what I heard for two straight hours: "I want momma...I want mommy...mommy...mommy..." with a few of those snorts and gasps kids do between tears thrown in here and there. I tried everything I could think of to distract her. Nothing worked. She finally just turned off the tears and started talking to me and playing a little. That and the poop accident in her pullup did not make for one of my best babysitting experiences. She is a very sweet little girl, she was just confused cause I wasn't her normal babysitter.

Well, it's really late and I should be asleep.