Another confession

So, as a partial Spring Break goals revisitation, I would like to proudly say that I've read 5 books. I am actually feeling pretty proud of myself.

Now for the confession: I'm a paperbackaholic.

I don't have a bookshelf (though, if you'd like to gift me one, I'm sure I can find somewhere to put it), but if I did have one, I could easily fill most of it with paperbacks, um, happy, love story paperbacks, most of them by one of my favorite authors- Nora Roberts (I am happy to say that I have branched out and have multiple books by other authors, she is just my favorite).

As I thought last weekend about what books to read to accomplish my 2 book goal, I remembered I had gift cards to Barnes & Noble. I grabbed "Act Like A Lady, Think Like A Man" and a paperback, okay, it was a hardback unfortunately, but it was a steal. I quickly read through both of them (thank you Steve Harvey for the relationship insights, pretty interesting really) and quickly went to my book storage for more books to satisfy my reading appetite. I have now finished three additional books, all in the happy, love story paperback genre, all of which I have read at least 2-3 times before.

It's not like this is the only genre I own. I actually have a pretty fair amount of spiritually uplifting books (yes, I've read them) and some thrillers, the entire Harry Potter series, etc. but when I crack open the bin (I told you I don't have a bookshelf) my fingers go directly to the cracked spines of my worn and well-read paperbacks.

I suppose I'm living vicariously -to a point- through my literary collection.

It's a disease, an addiction. The first step for addiction is admitting it, right? I mean, that's what I hear, not that I've ever been addicted to anything before. Ever.

I'm so lame

Seriously, I know every last one of you is nodding your head in agreement. Three weeks. Three weeks since my last post and, really, nothing has happened. Okay, not completely true, I am now an aunt (you all knew that from reading my mom and sister's blogs though), Spring Break started, I decided I can't afford to date online, spent a few days in San Diego, blah, blah, blah. I've pretty much sat on my thumbs all of Spring Break so far (yes, one day of it was spent sitting on my thumbs on the blessed Pacific Beach). I've gained at least 5 pounds (not exaggerating) when I was supposed to be losing 5. I had planned to take a BodyStep training next weekend, but that's been rescheduled (I'm not sure how I feel about that), I had actually planned on living at the gym, but I'm lacking in the motivation (though the Vicki's swimsuits are doing their best to light a fire under me). Man, I suck! Help me out, what should I do for the rest of my break? I really wanted to read, but I'm not feeling the reading vibes, though maybe a trip to Barnes and Noble would cure that quickly. Thankfully, my Thursday is planned (thank you Superior Court of Arizona). I just don't want to get to March 23rd and think "Man, I got nothing done."

Okay, enough whining, here is a loosely put together plan (on the edge of your seat?):

*Read 2 books (I'm aiming small, hopefully I'll read more)
*At least one class a day, hopefully it's a step class (maybe it's a good thing I've been given 2 months to prepare)
*Grocery shop (I'm thinking no eating out for a month, sorry Aud and Lisa)
*Hang with my nephew (did you see the pictures? he's so cute!)
*A second post on Monday to see how I'm doing
*Clean/organize my room (I don't think this will happen, but I write it just in case)

Sorry for the most boring post ever, but I see this blog as a way for me to journal without dusting off my journal. You lucky ducks get to read it, I'm so kind. :) I promise to attempt to liven it up, but my most happenin' posts involved men and those are pretty scarce these days.