I will now regale you with five random facts about me. You lucky, lucky people.
1. I am a complete and utter book snob. Not about the types of books people read, because I'll read just about anything and generally enjoy it immensely, but people who don't read are like alien beings to me. How can you NOT read? When I was younger, I would be so desperate for reading materials that I'd read the backs of cereal boxes. I used to make my parents leave the hall light on so that I could hang off the end of my bed and read by the light coming thru the open door. I used to hide books in the towel cupboard in the bathroom and if I had to get up in the middle of the night to pee, I'd sit there until I had toilet-seat impressions on my ass.
2. I swear like a sailor. My favourite word is fuck. It's short and emphatic and I like it. A lot. I'm also worried that this will be Isobel's first word, since I say it quite often while I'm driving.
3. I dread telling my mother that I'm pregnant. I'm 39 and married, but she will make me feel like I'm 15 and the stupidest person alive.
4. I try to be above this sort of thing, but I'm just longing for a diamond necklace or anniversary ring. I see ads in The New Yorker or Vanity Fair and I just drool. I don't know what it is about them, but diamonds and sapphires make me lose all sense of reason. If they're set in platinum, I'm done for. It's so shallow and materialistic, but I can't help it. Ok, I could help it, I just don't want to.
5. There are days when I wish I didn't have all this responsibility and mommy-ness to deal with. Days when I envy my single, childless friends with a green-eyed jealousy that's not pretty to behold. Days when I just don't want to make dinner, do laundry, check homework, do dishes, bathe the baby, Hoover the floor or feed the cat. Days when I just want to come home, sit on the couch, bury my nose in a good book and have cheesecake for dinner.
Ok. I will now pass along this infection. 'cause I'm a sharing kinda girl. IO don't know how to make those pretty links that just say the blog name, so you'll have to just pretend they're there.
6 comments:
Humm.....
Okay, I knew about the books, and I admit to reading shampoo bottles in the john, but somehow I thought you were a bit more...generalized in your cursing?
At least, I suppose, it's not Dickens.
I'm tagged! I will do my best.
I will rise to the challenge of this tag.
And I concur: Fuck is my one and only. I love that curse.
Your point about the rarity of the empty launry baskets is a good one. I am certainly glad I took the photo when i did. thanks for stopping by!
And i am nuts over jewels also.../
Hey, my favorite word is fuck too! I know it's hard to tell from the literary gem that is my blog, but it's true.
It's shocking, I know. Take a moment. Let it simmer.
We are soul sisters. You described me 1-5.
I have a blog about my son having diabetes. Come for a visit sometime.
We're nearly neighbors as I live in Southern NH (or should I admit that to someone from Mass). We take Brendon to Children's in Boston. They have a great program if you're not happy with the team from Joslin.
When I was a kid, my dad worked for a publishing company (in sales). Once a month, he'd get a box of books delivered to the house. It was heaven. At the bottom were usually 6 or so kids books, which I devoured immediately. Summers were *awful* because the box didn't contain kids books.
I'm pretty quiet on the cursing front. First time I said, "fuck you" to my parents they fell down laughing. Guess that's what years of 'good behavior' buy you - a free pass in the curse-at-your-folks department.
And on this snowy day in Virginia, I'd love to curl up with a book and eat cheesecake. Maybe I will, as I ditched mommyness today and sent the kids to daycare!
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