So, although I’m taking the blog in a new direction (with a new look!) any day now, I will take this opportunity to tell you, as demanded, 6 Weird/Freaky/Embarrassing Things About Me. And then I will tag 6 people. And then they will come back and tell me that they’ve written 6 Weird Things about themselves, and I will go and read them, and snort.
But this is my new improved blog about feeding the Devils’ minds and bodies! So, with that in mind, I present:
6 Weird Things I Eat and Read. We’ll leave the kids out of it for now.
I reread the entire works of Angela Thirkell, Jane Austen, Sophie Kinsella, Robertson Davies and Peter Mayle on a regular, possibly even annual, basis.
I could eat a whole box of Country Choice fake organic Oreos right now. I ate four already. In the days immediately after having Wyatt, I did. Several times.
I am, as you know, very into reading to my kids. I’ve written plenty about why they like to have the same thing read to them over and over, and the importance of that to them. But if I have to read Maisy’s Big Flap Book, Rolie Polie Olie’s Where is Spot or Bugs in Space ever again, I will run screaming into the night. Something unfortunate may happen to that one. It may join the book that played the Dreidl song in what we’ll just call book heaven.
I love foie gras. And sushi. Also, on occasion, Fritos with Velveeta melted all over them.
As a child, I ate raw bacon. I put butter on everything, including steaks and french fries. I did not eat a green vegetable until I was 27.
I will still happily read the Betsy-Tacy books, Anne of Green Gables. Swallows and Amazons and anything by E. Nesbit, Edward Eager or Noel Streatfield. Reading them out loud to Sam is only an excuse.
And now I must tag.
First, J at.3 Little Girls, Oh My
Chelle at Crazy Thoughts
New friend Christine at Mama’s Musings
Bridgermama
Ally at One + One +One
and that’s all. My blog, my rules, five people I thought would be amused.
I don’t think they’ve been tagged, or they haven’t played nicely if they have. I hope they don’t mind. Any of them can make their own rules for continuing. Or just send my email address to the onine poker people.
Nice! The raw bacon was a wonderful revelation of a side of you I did not get from your blog. LOVE IT!
Dear KJ-
I LOVE that you reread your books but somehow want to throw out the books your kids need you to reread again and again. Just an observation. Not a criticism. Different strokes for different folks, but similar impulse.
Maybe the length of time (annual versus minimal) in between readings suggests something. Keep reading!
Dear KJ-
I LOVE that you reread your books but somehow want to throw out the books your kids need you to reread again and again. Just an observation. Not a criticism. Different strokes for different folks, but similar impulse.
Maybe the length of time (annual versus minimal) in between readings suggests something. Keep reading!
i love the design of your blog. it is so fucking cute, i could just cry!!!!
i love the design of your blog. it is so fucking cute, i could just cry!!!!
I was never a fan of rereading books until the last few years.
There are books that I read to my toddler that have “slipped” off the shelf and were “missing” for a couple weeks, because one can only read “The Engine that Could” 57 times before needing a break! We always find the book!!
I guess I didn’t realize that you hadn’t eaten a green veggie until you were 27. Makes me worry less about K now since you turned out just fine :-). I can only hope for K to be so cool.
Oh… I did my 6… and then I did 3 more. And I just thought of another one. Someone stop me quick!
My baby wants to hear eloise over and over and over and I accomodate. Cause that’s the kind of power she has over me. And dammit, I love Eloise too.