What I’m reading right now: The Same Kind of Different as Me,  by Ron Hall & Denver Moore. I picked this book up at an airport bookstore several months back while catching a flight to London. I never actually read it cos as luck would have it, I ended up in an “Economy Comfort” seat, which basically meant I had a little more leg room then the average economy seat but also had my own TV and entertainment system for which they DID NOT charge me for “borrowing” their flimsy little headsets. Its the small things people, the small things. Anywho, I spent the entire flight catching up movie watching instead of my reading and completely forgot about the book until a couple of nights ago when I found it buried under a stack of magazines bound for the recycle bin.  I took it to bed and was immediately sucked into the story. Its a true story narrated from the perspective of a homeless former salve and millionaire Texas art dealer who through a series of heartbreaking events, become intertwined and dependent on each other. Read it, but have a box of tissues on hand.

What I’m watching right now: Downton Abbey. I was looking for something different to watch. Something I could download to my iTouch, (yes, I’m probably the only person in the world without a precious iPad) and enjoy from the comfort of my bed. Something that wasn’t reality based but preferably a period piece, you know how I love me some era based books and TV shows. I typed my search into iTunes and based on my key words, Downton Abbey was what the binary geniuses at Apple spat out as a recommendation and they were spot on. I’m loving it.

What I’m eating right now: Cadbury Creme Egg. Oh how you remind me of my childhood back in Ireland. You made a guest appearnce just once a year, like Santa Clause but you hung around for longer. Your timing was awful, showing up right at the beginning of Lent, when my mother had enforced the sacrifice of all things sweet upon my brother and I for the 40 days and 40 night duration. As a chocoholic child you were the symbol of torture, the forbidden fruit that could only be enjoyed on Easter morning after the allocated period of suffering. But you were so worth it. And now you have found your way to the United States and I am so happy to see you. I’m a grown up now and as a grown up I can do things like make decisions to eat you whenever I want, so I do, rebel that I am.

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