I don't like potatoes. I mean, I *will* eat french fries, but only under protest.
I am afraid of pedicures. Not only do I not enjoy having people touch my feet (vomit), I am dealthy afraid of picking up some scary toenail-falling-off disease. Also, I don't like when people talk about me in other languages.
I am not a shoe person. I'm serious. If you offered me a pair of beautiful red-bottomed shoes, I'd probably return them to buy some sweet camera equipment.
Sometimes I say LITERALLY when I don't actually mean LITERALLY.
In fact, I am on a mission to read 62 of them in 2012, one more than I read in 2011.
I am currently reading books #19, #20, #21—I have one on my nightstand, one in the bathroom, and one on my phone.
Yes, I read on my phone. It started back when I had a 2-hour+ daily commute that included a stuffy subway ride. I wanted the ease of having a way to read even if I was standing up and sandwiched between many, many people. The iPhone was super convenient.
So, I found a toothbrush under the sink in my bathroom.
It was black. I couldn’t remember ever buying a black toothbrush. I smelled it, and it didn’t smell minty or bubble gummy. It maybe, possibly, if you held it at the right angle, looked unused.
And then I brushed my teeth with it.
Now, before you go and judge me for using what might be someone else’s toothbrush or may very well have been sitting underneath that sink for the last 10 years….you must really understand the desperation of the situation.
A few weeks ago, I ran over to the mall to pick up yet another navy and white striped t-shirt. I am currently obsessed with them. Surprisingly, though, instead of another nautical shirt, I absolutely had to have this top.
And now, of course, I am absolutely smitten with this bicycle motif.
Back in the days when I worked in the education department at a major book publisher (you know the one; the one with all of the flyers), a big part of my job was choosing read-aloud books for our language arts resource for grades K-8. It was less exciting (albeit less time-consuming) to read, read, read all of the picture books when I was working on grades 1 or 2, but became more interesting to me as we moved up in grade and up from picture book to chapter book and then finally to novels. I read some great books all in the name of research.
I am not one to turn down a popcorn breakfast. Or a popcorn lunch. Or a popcorn dinner. I mean, I am the person who was recently dragged to a movie that I didn't even know I was seeing, because there was promise of popcorn. So, even though I was a wee bit apprehensive to see the movie version of The Lorax, I went. You see, I always worry when good books are made into MOVIES. Sometimes it works, as it did with Harry Potter.
Closer to Fine began playing from my iphone in the car on the way home from school. Emily says, “WOAH. What is this song? I am absolutely in love with it.” I hadn’t heard it in years. But, yet, suddenly I am transported back to my early teens to where I discovered an overplayed copy of a tape in my sister’s room. I was likely searching for something mega important, like lipstick, but stumbled upon a tattered old mix tape and popped it in my boom box. I didn’t know it at the time, but my life was forever changed by that song.
Now technically, I believe this is supposed to be a day to recognize redheads. Now, since I am not a redhead (although I desperately WANT to be one, and I truly believe that I would make a smokin' hot redhead, like this lovely lady), I celebrated the second-best kind of ginger out there, and made a batch of these ginger molasses cookies—my new favorite cookie. (Really. They even beat out the chocolate chip kind.)
When your dad says the words "I’M SCARED" it’s as if your world is flipped-turned upside-down.
Parents aren't allowed to have four heart attacks. Parents aren't allowed to crawl to the ambulance. Parents aren't allowed to get scared. And parents most certainly aren't allowed to think they are going to die.