The one where I complain about a book nobody forced me to read

No, not 50 Shades of Grey. I think it’s safe to say that horse is now dead as a doornail and buried in a 50 feet deep grave. I’m done discussing that monstrosity. No, the book I’m referring to in the title would be The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides.

I had such high hopes for this book. How could I not? I must’ve read The Virgin Suicides at least 5 times. I loved Middlesex. And then there was this… this… thing. I don’t even know what else to call it. If there’s anyone who should be able to relate to a  semi-rich girl’s ordinary ‘white girl problems’ it’s me, and I… Well, I just don’t. Not when the main character keeps yammering on about the books she reads for her semiotics class. The whole thing reads like a pompous, self-important English paper and I just want to cry and give up.

But I won’t. Because I have issues, and not finishing books is a no-no for me. Plus, finishing it would be one more goal set in motion, and that should be an award in itself. So I’ll stick it out.

Pray for me, please. And send chocolate.



The one where I eat cheesecake and watch movies

When I put try fifteen new recipes by cooking them together on my DZP list, I envisioned myself sitting on the kitchen counter while Sam would feed me spoonfuls of some brilliant sauce he had invented. The lights would be dimmed, we’d exchange kisses in between, and maybe we’d even light some candles and put them somewhere in the background where I wouldn’t accidentally whip my hair through them as I’d flip my hair back in a sexy manner (you know, as one does). I’d sip a glass of red wine, and would in no way be involved in any of the actual cooking taking place.

Because I’m a terrible cook.

No, really.

The last time I fried up a steak Sam needed power tools to cut it. Sam, being the loving (lying) husband that he is, plowed his way through it and tried to convince me it wasn’t that bad, but was far less convincing when trying to assure me ‘it probably (bluuuurgh *gasp*) wasn’t the chick… (*hiccup*) …chicken (bluuurgh!)’ merely a week later. Doctor’s verdict: salmonella.

Bravo, Rhye.

(In case you were wondering, I dodged these bullets because I very rarely eat meat).

So, when Sam said him doing all the cooking while I just sat there would be cheating, my heart sank. ‘But…’ I whimpered, but Sam had his Stern Face on. I kicked an imaginary can and sighed ‘howkay’ not unlike our 6-year-old would.

‘We’ll pick something easy.’

‘Easy like pasta?’ I sneered, thinking back to the time he promised me ‘a monkey could cook pasta’ and I managed to transform it into a black clump of non-deliciousness. I could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking about the same thing.

‘Maybe… maybe some sort of dessert. And you… stir things’ He backpedaled quickly.

We decided on cheesecake. And here it is (I stirred everything that went in it)!

dzp1We ate half of it while watching It’s kind of a funny story. The other half was consumed the following night, during Just go with it. And just like that, I have two goals in progress.


Now let us pray that the homemade pizza night we have planned for Monday will be another success…




The One Where It All Begins

I’ve been waiting for this day – January first, the day that officially sets the Day Zero Project in motion – with both enthusiasm and dread. Enthusiasm, because I love the idea behind the whole project and the way it challenges you to get going, start living. South America? I’ve seen nearly all of it because that was one of my goals. Dean’s list? I made it on there because I challenged myself to. Nobody gave me any stickers, or stars, or patted me on the back. Nobody except me.

And if there’s anything I’ve learned the last time around it’s that when you are able to praise yourself for an accomplishment, you really don’t need anyone else’s. There’s that little spark of pride that settles in the pit of your stomach and spreads like wildfire each time you can drag your pen across that paper and cross out a goal. Pride from the inside out, which – in my opinion – is the best kind. Because you’ve been there, done that, and if you did that, then there’s not much else you can’t do.


But then there’s that dread. That nagging little voice in the back of my head that goes Date night? Twice a week? You don’t even have a baby sitter and you’ve been looking for one for over two months now. Who are you kidding, woman? and then laughs at me (funnily enough, that nagging voice is always my OWN voice. I wonder what that says about me).

Dread, because holy crap, this is going to be a lot of work. This is going to cost a lot of money. This is going to take a lot of time. This project will be the end of me and OMG WHY DID I COMMIT TO THIS?!

… Which leads me to believe that maybe that dread is not dread at all but just plain panic. Which is good. Panic can be dealt with. All you need to do is plant your ass in a chair and start planning.

Which I did. And the list of things I absolutely have to get started on this month is… doable. With a little effort and a healthy dose of luck, I will…

… Go on a date with Sam somewhere between today and the 14th, and again between the 15th and the 28th.
… Take the kids swimming between those same dates.
… Go out with friends instead of Sam once this month, and have him do the same.
… Make a pizza from scratch with my family.
… Get a massage.

See? Doable.

*Swallows hard*


Some more introducing…

Even though Jilly did a mighty fine job of introducing this little (huge) project of ours, I guess a short introduction from my part wouldn’t hurt. So…

Hi! I’m Rhye, and this will be my second time doing the Day Zero Project. Whereas last time I focused a lot on traveling and academics, this time it’s mostly about settling into my new-ish hometown and ‘role’ as a mother to four (I hate that word. ‘Role’. It’s not like I’m in a play).

If you want to know a little more about me, you can visit my about page or the place where I usually blog. There’s not a whole lot to read on there right now, but that’s only because my archives were tragically murdered in a freak designing accident. C’est la vie, non?

Should you, for any reason, want to partake in the day Zero Project yourself, you can! All the information you’ll ever need can be found here.