Today: I pack for a trip to Utah to visit the hubby’s relatives- in-laws, outlaws and the like. Many of whom I love dearly and a few who - well not so much I’m sure, heh. Such is life. Such is family. You love them, they love you, they get on your nerves, they judge you with the harshness and hypocrisy of a thousand burning suns and commentate on your lifestyle, parenting style, clothing style, hairstyle, lack of style. And through it all, you attempt to smile and remember that really, behind any family crap that can be thrown at you ( I HAVE FOUR SISTER IN-LAWS- there is always PMS going on in this family), you do love these people, and you love your hubby, who is a product of these good people. . .even when sometimes you fail to see the resemblance. . .see I’m totally psyching myself up. Family. WOOOOO! Bring it on. I always have a good time in Manti (after the fifteen freaking hour drive through the wasteland that is Nevada). I fell in love in Manti and I always feel GOOD in Manti. That’s just how that town is. It makes me happy. Plus there is the gorgeous Manti temple there, where Chris and I were married. And the family cabin, which is completely wonderful and so very, very Grandpa that you just have to smile and feel all gooey and sticky inside because people, don’t singing, plastic deer heads mounted on the wall do that for everyone? No? Just the Tibbs clan? Well. . .I guess that is why I fit in.

Didja follow any of that?

Today: I am restraining myself from diving headfirst into the next two books in the Twilight series. I keep telling myself that packing is important. Clean underware: IMPORTANT. Having a thousand pages to read on a fifteen hour car ride: IMPORTANT. But I so want to know what happens next!

Today: My baby brother enters the MTC (Missionary Training Center). After three weeks there he will be off to Melbourne Australia to do missionary work for the next two years. Last night, as we chatted on the phone for the last time for the next two years, he thanked me for beating him up when he needed it. I said you’re welcome. I cannot believe he is growing up. It is good. I am really excited to watch him do this and someday get married and bring home some girl who can feel the way I feel when he brings her home to meet her new sister in-laws, “Welcome to our alien planet- yes, we really are that weird!”

As soon as he gets to Australia, my siblings and I will all be on different continents. I have no idea how my parents raised such independent children. They both live in the state they were born in, married someone from a nearby small town, and live only an hour from their parents, which is beautiful and sometimes I’m extremely jealous, but seriously- why do their offspring feel the need to leave the country? I have no idea. I can say, with all honesty, that after college and marriage and babies, I am ready to move back home for awhile. Take a little reprieve from the moving. Only one year and eight months of the Air Force left for us, and then really, who knows? Chris is finishing up his degree, and in a little over a year he starts applying for jobs. Anyone want a really gifted computer networking guy working for you in that time frame? A hunky guy who enjoys long walks on the beach, good books. . .wait. . .that was the resume that won me over- he’ll need a new strategy for the civilian job market.

Today: I have a mountain of laundry. I have cereal to vacuum off of the carpet. I have luggage to locate and then pack. Today I’m procrastinating. Typical. Better get off my butt and start making things happen.

Interred With Their Bones is a delicious mystery twisting Shakespearean fact with fiction. Author Jennifer Lee Carroll delves into the myth surrounding the man and provides a rich historical background for a tale that is as charged and delightfully cast as many of the plays around which the story unwinds.

Interred is a gripping thriller with many plot twists sure to leave the reader uncertain about whom to trust and what lies ahead. It was refreshing to read a historical mystery that didn’t insult the reader’s intelligence with long, boring diatribes on things the savvy reader probably already knows. At the same time, she didn’t leave her lesser Shakespearian-obsessed fans out in the cold. She weaves her fact with fiction in a way that is both palatable and never boring, all the while holding the reader at the edge of the seat wondering just where the story is leading.

The heroine of the book, Kate Stanley, is a Shakespearean scholar who has been given the immense honor of directing Hamlet at the Globe. The book immediately hooks her reader as Kate’s mentor is found dead in similitude of Hamlet’s father and the historic Globe burns to the ground.

I must admit, I had a hard time putting this one down; I inhaled the entire book in one sitting, and it will be one that I will be keeping on my shelves and not passing along as I do many of my books. It is rare to find a mystery these days that is both thrilling and substantial; it seems that I pick most of my mysteries off the discount shelves and expect to read escapist “fluff” that I never intend to remember or read again. While I certainly did escape into Carroll’s world, there was nothing fluffy about this read. I’m sure I’ll pick it up to enjoy again!