Monthly Archives: February 2015

“The Poisonwood Bible” by Barbara Kingsolver

The Poisonwood BibleI’m going to start listing some of the books that are on my “Must Read” List. And I mean “Tami Must Read” list. For instance, the book The Poisonwood Bible is on pretty much every top all-time book list, yet I have not read it yet. Every summer I tell myself I’m going to read it, and I don’t. So it is on my list!

The writeup from Indigo ChaptersThe Poisonwood Bible is a story told by the wife and four daughters of Nathan Price, a fierce, evangelical Baptist who takes his family and mission to the Belgian Congo in 1959. They carry with them everything they believe they will need from home, but soon find that all of it — from garden seeds to Scripture — is calamitously transformed on African soil. What follows is a suspenseful epic of one family’s tragic undoing and remarkable reconstruction over the course of three decades in postcolonial Africa.

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Day 132 – I Am Such a Diva

I am a DivaIs it just me, or does it always seem that not matter what the occasion, you never have what you think is the right thing to wear? That everyone else always looks put together perfectly and you feel like you missed the mark.

For me, a simple evening out usually means at least a few outfit changes, a bunch of clothes on my bed, and usually a pissy remark that I have nothing to wear.

Now do I honestly have nothing to wear? No, I have lots of clothes. I have a great variety of clothes. I don’t have amples of designer clothes, but I do just fine with my lower end clothes. I have lots.

I just am terrible at making decisions on what to wear and it is silly. I have had a friend come over and make me up a bunch of “go to” items to wear so I just have to look at the picture and choose. But I still decide that its not the right thing for that moment.

I drive myself nuts. I know I drive my husband even more nuts cause invariably it somehow always lands up being his fault.

I’m not a diva, or a princess… not very often. But when it comes to getting dressed, I think I have nailed the diva attitude. My mom had to make me choose my outifts the night before when i was little just because of my diva ways or else I would be late for school.

Guess it could be worse. I could be a diva about a lot more things. But seriously, I need to smarten up and stop worrying about the rest of the world.

So what are you a diva about? Even just a little bit.

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