December 2010
5 posts
Damn you, Judy Blume
I have mentioned before, I think, Lila’s voracious reading appetite. She will read. And read. And read. I keep shuffling through the young adult shelves at the library, picking out the titles I remember loving, forcing them upon Lila. She, like myself at her age, loves that ole Judy Blume.
Did you know that Judy Blume kept writing books after some of us outgrew her target demographic? I...
Hairspray, cont'd
Lila began talking more about Tracy Turnblatt today in the car.
Me: Turnblatt?
Lila: Turnblatt.
Me: Huh, I guess she’s supposed to be Jewish.
Lila: Really?
Me: Well, it’s a Jewish name.
Lila: She doesn’t act Jewish.
[pause]
Lila: But her mom kind of does.
welcome to the funhouse: Do You Have It (Guts) →
organizingthesoup:
at aaron & brian’s holiday party last night, after talking with teddy about howaboutwe/writing/writers/etc for about 10 minutes, I turn to his friend who’s been listening politely the whole time:
me: So. Are…you a writer too?
him: No, I’m a doctor.
me: Oh, what’s your specialty?
him: I’m a…
All ratted up like a teenaged Jezebel
The other night Lila and Stella broke into sixties-style dancing in our kitchen. You know what I mean — swinging their arms up and down, shimmying their tiny little booties, shaking their heads side-to-side.
“They dance like this in Hairspray!” Lila shouted, grooving away. Yes — I let the girls watch Hairspray about a month ago. Perhaps somewhat against my better...
You are lucky cheris.
Stella’s birthday card to her daddy (Chris, aka Cheris, apparently):
Happy (hie hie hie) Breth (low low low) day cheris cheris cheris happy berth! Love Stella. p.s. You are lucky cheris.