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Perfect 2007-07-02 08:08:00 If you’ve been reading my blog for awhile, then you know how devoted I am to the Myers-Briggs personality types. I’ve tried other personality-typing systems – the Enneagram, the animals, the colours – and all of them suffer from one basic flaw: my personality is not on them. The Myers-Briggs, on the other hand, provides me with a niche in which I feel eminently comfortable: I am a classic INFJ, Read more:Perfect
O Canada 2007-07-01 06:07:00 At the age of sixteen, I spent the summer in England, sightseeing and converting the heathen. I was with a team of 21 teenagers brought together by Teen Missions International. All of us wore a uniform of infrequently-washed hair (due to our housing in the church rec-room), defiant blue eyeshadow, and 8" construction boots. Despite this uniform appearance, I was never in danger of succumbing Read more:Canada
Warning: Tear-Jerker Zone 2007-06-29 13:59:00 I have developed a bit of a reputation in my Children’s Literature classes. It is a reputation for crying. For the most part, my students are tolerant of this habit of mine, though they do occasionally burst out laughing when they see me starting to film up. Occasionally they drop by my office or leave notes on their exam papers reassuring me that they too were moved to tears by the books on
Church 2007-06-27 19:03:00 It’s been all about God lately, around the blogosphere.
Jenn confesses her faith (though not without trepidation), Kristi asks about the relationship between religion and science, and Gwen explores the conflict between spiritual hunger and post-Christian trauma. (I just made that term up. It’s meant to describe the after-effects of being judged, harassed, rejected, and persecuted for not Read more:Church
Incompetent 2007-06-26 20:09:00 I took Bub to a speech-therapy evaluation yesterday. This was a follow-up to the four months of weekly therapy he received at the beginning of the year; the idea is to test him to see how he’s progressed and whether he qualifies for continued therapy this summer.
Luckily, Bub was in an enchanting mood. I explained that we were going to the building where we used to see Becky, but that today Read more:Incompetent
Mid-Year Book Report 2007-06-25 21:02:00 It’s been awhile since I updated you on the outcome of my Which Book Would You Pick? poll. Among decided voters, Momzillas came in dead last, so being the ornery person I am, I read it first, a chapter or two each night before bed.
Mostly this book annoyed me. (See? I should have listened to you guys. The Hopeless Romantic’s Handbook was way better. A total rip-off of When Harry Met Sally,
Shy Kids 2007-06-24 20:10:00 We had company for supper Friday night, a rarity at our house (I wasn’t kidding when I said I lacked the gift of hospitality). Pie and Bub weren’t sure what to make of it, this appearance of a very tall dark-haired man and his petite fiancee at our dinner table. Pie wore her shyness with a kind of casual grace. At first she seemed merely to be glancing out the window, until I noticed that her
Like/Don't Like 2007-06-22 21:47:00 I like it when all the books in the Random Books From My Library share a common colour scheme, especially if that scheme is brown and red (matching the rest of my blog). This happens far more often than seems statistically probable – and I’m considering adding only red and brown books in future (with the occasional splash of yellow).
I don’t like it when the number of comments on a recent post
The Extravert Friend 2007-06-21 13:39:00 All my life I’ve relied upon the kindness of extraverts.
In every social group I’ve been a part of there has been an undeniable center, the person everyone else thinks of as her best friend. In college it was Hilary. Hers was the smallest room in our student-ghetto house, but she rarely studied there alone. Located at the top of the stairs, it was invariably occupied by figures sprawled
House Proud 2007-06-20 07:27:00 Here’s a picture of my house:
Oh, no wait – sorry, this is actually my house:
Okay, neither of those is my house. To imagine my house, you need to take the first one and shrink it down. Then divide it into two semi-detached units, and smudge up the exterior a bit so that it looks like maybe it could do with a good coat of paint. Pull up all the flowers and shrubs and replace them with Read more:House
, Proud
Hot/Cold 2007-06-18 19:29:00 Warm brownie with ice cream. And hot fudge sauce.
Wading to the shoreline on the way in from a good dunking in the lake.
Peeing after a long swim.
Glass of milk after an ice-cream cone.
Campfire on an early summer night, when you’re sitting close enough to roast marshmallows with a blanket over your shoulders.
The first blast of air conditioning in a car that’s been parked in an unshaded lot
Who's the Smartest? 2007-06-16 07:44:00 Me: True or false: Males are better at math than females.
Hub: 100% completely true.
(stunned silence)
Me: What exactly are you basing that on?
Hub: Experience. Whenever I’ve attended an awards ceremony, the math awards have always been won by males. Every time.
(uncomfortable silence – my usual "but I’m awesome at math!" argument has been preemptively derailed here: although my
Show-Off 2007-06-14 15:55:00 My Children’s Literature students are in the midst of essay-writing this week, visiting my office each day with thesis statements and outlines. They are well-schooled, this group, in the lit-crit trick of arguing the opposite of what they really believe: many of them are developing cogent arguments about the uselessness of classroom education. (I’m trying not to take it personally.)
"Formal
A Protective Mother's Manifesto 2007-06-13 08:27:00 My children are terrible back-seat drivers.
"Care-fu-wee!" Pie will call out as the car rumbles over a set of train tracks. I wonder whether she envisions the car losing its footing on such treacherous ground, all of us holding on for dear life as it stumbles down and skins its knee.
"That was a close one!" Bub exclaims every time I turn left in the path of an oncoming car.
I always Read more:Manifesto
The Old Apartment 2007-06-11 15:31:00 Broke into the old apartment
This is where we used to live…
The Barenaked Ladies
I don’t know how other people’s marriages end. There is the myth that people get divorced on a whim because they’re bored, because they’re selfish… I’ve never met anybody like that, though boredom and selfishness may contribute to all the actions and inactions that culminate one day in a moving truck loaded with
The Secret Recipe 2007-06-09 12:59:00 A friend of mine had a baby last week, so I’ll be popping by today armed with my signature snack-food: Delight Squares. I will admit that it is with hesitation that I post the recipe here. I’ve been making these squares since I was in high school – they went with me on trips to Florida with my best friend, and they have been my contribution to many a bridal shower and new mother since then.
Do You Believe in Magic? 2007-06-07 15:51:00 I’ve written about my friend Felicia before. When she was getting married, her gift to her husband was a dark ebony chest, exquisitely carved with Japanese pagodas and bonsai trees. Before she gave it to him, though, she sawed off the pedestal-feet, which were carved in the shape of grinning gargoyles. She wasn’t worried that these faces would startle her each morning as she stumbled, Read more:Magic
I Need New Clothes. Or Something. 2007-06-06 14:37:00 "You must be enjoying this weather!" one of my students greeted me this morning. It’s a cool, sunny day today – a relief from last week’s humidity – but I was taken aback by her emphasis.
I shrugged. "I can’t figure out what to wear from one day to the next. Yesterday I was too cold and today I’m too hot."
Maura looked concerned. "Is the heat bothering you yet?" she asked sympathetically. Read more:Clothes
Outdoor Girl 2007-06-05 07:29:00 The thing is, I don’t actually like Nature very much.
I was notorious as a child for my Bee Dance, notorious also for having gone home in a huff when my best friend and a visitor decided to play in the back yard, overruling my strong preference for remaining indoors. It wasn’t just about the bees, though my phobia certainly played a role. The stuff I liked best was always inside the house.
New Normal 2007-06-03 18:24:00 We went to a barbecue last night. While the grown-ups ate steak with mesclun greens and drank from plastic cups of sparkling white wine, a herd of children roamed around eating hot dogs, playing on swings, and picking up great clumps of mown grass to throw at one another shouting, "It’s a Fiffer-feffer feff!" (Okay, that last one was just Bub.) It was a pleasant evening, cooling off from a hot Read more:Normal
Talking About An Evolution 2007-06-01 14:27:00 The BlogRhet meme is like a meme gone military. Instead of trickling through the blogosphere, meandering from one blog to another in the traditional manner of memes, or even exploding exponentially like the Thinking Blogger meme did a few months ago, it has been deployed from central headquarters and it’s blasting through entire swathes of the blogosphere, taking no prisoners.
And it has Read more:Evolution
, Talking
Hurts So Good 2007-05-31 06:11:00 biting down on a single peppercorn, feeling it burn on the tongue
Coke, cold from the can
the sun beating down on 32-SPF-slathered shoulders at the beach
beef vindaloo with lots of yogourt and naan bread
ice-cream headache
deep-muscle-therapy massage
a really hot bath
a vigorous shampoo from a hairdresser who has ever-so-slightly too-long fingernails
a pedicure (especially the part with the
The Bitter and the Sweet 2007-05-30 08:57:00 Exhibit A:
Bub is looking for his mouse book. "Where’s One Grey Mouse?" he demands, spinning his head this way and that, not quite frantic yet, but close.
"It’s over there," I respond, pointing to a small bookshelf.
Bub does his elaborate pointing-mimicry game, screwing up his face to squeeze one eye shut and darting out his index finger at a rakish angle, roughly approximating the Read more:Bitter
, Sweet
Monday Mission: Verse 2007-05-28 09:05:00 Saturday morning, as Samuel Taylor Coleridge might have written it:
At a local school did Bub and Pie
A stately yard-sale go to see
Where clowns their comic trade did ply
While cotton candy spun hard by
And children shrieked with glee.
And in gymnasiums were found
Junk purveyers gathered round:
And there were tables bright with plastic frills
Where buzzed full many a drunken bumblebee;
And here Read more:Mission
, Monday
Hey You 2007-07-06 11:15:00 From reading blogs, I know how common it is for toddlers to assume that their mothers know the name of every random stranger in the neighbourhood. Pie is definitely of that persuasion. "Who’s that?" she asks as we drive home from day-care. My vague answers are apparently satisfactory to her – she has even begun adopting them in her own play. "Bye bye Man!" she called out the front door
High-School Meme 2007-07-05 07:50:00 (Borrowed from Andrea. Because what’s the point of suffering if you can’t relive it later?)
1 Who was your best friend?
Always Laura. The "third friend" rotated, possibly because none of them were wholly comfortable with the fact that they would never advance to best friend status.
2 What sports did you play?
After I passed grade 9 general-level gym class, fulfilling the minimum Read more:School
Cling-Free 2007-07-04 06:09:00 In theory, I’m a big proponent of what Oh, The Joys calls the Horizontal Parenting Technique. In practice, however, any attempt of mine to assume the horizontal parenting position is received by both Bub and Pie as an invitation for a round of Mommy-Tug-of-War. "My mama!" Pie shouts, plopping herself down on whatever part of my body appears to offer the best approximation of a lap.
"No, my Read more:Cling
Eight Things About Me 2007-07-03 06:16:00 Beck tagged me for this one – and then I was so slow to get it done that Thirty-Something Greenblogger and Cinnamon Gurl got me too.
Both the strength and the weakness of this meme lies in the total lack of an adjective before the word "me." Not weird things, not interesting things – just things. As if to make up for such dizzying freedom from adjectival limitations, this one is accompanied Read more:Eight
Never Gonna Fall For (Post)Modern Love 2007-07-09 13:27:00 One of my favourite Harlequin formulas is the Deep Dark Secret plot. Sometimes the secret is a concealed identity (think You’ve Got Mail); other times, it is the Lurid Past, the Childhood Trauma, or the Double Mastectomy. Deep Dark Secret romances are always full of back story; the author doesn’t need to embroil the hero and heroine in elaborate and improbable misunderstandings in order to keep Read more:Modern
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