I love it when boys are given names that have come to be seen as feminine but were traditionally masculine names. Ashley, Addison, Jackie, Leslie, Madison, Stacy, et cetera.
It's a silly little thing, I know, but it delights me. :-)
I also love when girls are given masculine manes. Like George, James, Randy, et cetera.
Sunday, 22 February 2009
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
Be careful what you tell your children
Around age five I had a sitter called Patty Unger. My time under her care left me with two lasting attributes. The first is a small vertical scar on my left knee that was the sum of a tricycle, a steep grassy hill, and a wire fence. The second is a little more hidden.
Now, Pat had little patience for children. She was easily annoyed and therefore indifferent to our personalities and goings-on so she would try to avoid complaints and whining. In the Unger's house sandwiches were a very regular lunch item. As many children are opposed to crust it became necessary for her to select a child to willingly eat what the others would not - the completely crusted heel slices. As the most introverted and willing to please, the obvious sucker of the bunch was me. She would whisper to me "Eat the crust; it'll make you pretty." Having always seen myself as being on the ugly side of the fence, I was all too happy to eat the brown ends.
It didn't stop there, I truly believed they were better for you. Either they would make me pretty or were just generally healthier. For the longest time (until shamefully recently, in fact) I was convinced there was something special about the brown exterior of a loaf of bread. I've since realize that it's just the darkened exterior that results from the baking process and it actually have no special prettying properties. My disappointment was palpable.
Monday, 9 February 2009
Monday, 2 February 2009
5 thigs to be happy about
1- not getting fired
1a- having a place to live
2-space on my wrist and a tree on my shoulder
3- getting myself straight, internally
4-a big pot of yummy soup & double chocolate pecan coconut cookies
5- an active imagination
1a- having a place to live
2-space on my wrist and a tree on my shoulder
3- getting myself straight, internally
4-a big pot of yummy soup & double chocolate pecan coconut cookies
5- an active imagination
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