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Last day of November

Because Victoria is participating in Pizza Hut's Book It! program, I am well aware of the days remaining in the current month. She reads a book and colors in a day on a calendar; at the end of a month she gets a coupon for a pizza. Hooray? Fortunately, the program only runs through March.

November went fast! I am not sorry to say good-bye to posting every day. Turns out I don't have something interesting happen to me every day. How about that? For instance, today the things that happened to me were laundry, trash day, Jennifer appreciation moment, the return of Brian, artichoke risotto*, and a walk around the neighborhood after dark to check out Christmas lights. Truth is, that's a pretty nice day but it's not much to write about. I guess I could tell you a little about Evel Knievel and me.

That won't take long: in fourth grade, my teacher told me I looked like him. Her bulletin board displayed the mini-poster from a Weekly Reader of Evel in a wide stance with his hands on his hips and I had admired it many times. I believed her and spent a lot of time copying that pose and his cool expression. That's all I had to work with--the look. I couldn't admire motorcycles because my dad drove one and I knew they were not cool at all. They were dangerous and cold and you used them to save gas. Plus the bad kids in the neighborhood who were too dumb to know how cool motorcycles weren't kept trying to steal his. Anyway, I'm sure my fourth grade teacher was joking or maybe on drugs but I took it as a compliment.

*rocked; so, so magnificent


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Dec. 1st, 2007 04:34 am (UTC)
Cute story. Recipe??
Dec. 1st, 2007 04:40 am (UTC)
Yeah, recipe? (For risotto, not pizza.)
Dec. 1st, 2007 05:37 am (UTC)
Well, now you've got me wondering - were we in the same class in 4th grade? I want to say my 4th grade teacher was Mrs. Koelisch, whom I remember primarily because she wore a necklace that had a pendant cube of glass filled with blue liquid that sloshed just a little when she walked around the classroom. Now I"m gonna have to dig out all those old class photos from Galway; they're all in a "Bruce won't let me throw this stuff away" box that suemac put together in a fit of organization a while back. :-)
Dec. 1st, 2007 03:03 pm (UTC)
Oh, do it! I don't remember her name but I would have guessed it started with a K. She was short with dark hair? Do you remember anything about the time everyone wrote his own book? I think that was fourth grade. Mine was about horses. I think every girl in the class did a book about horses.
Dec. 1st, 2007 05:09 pm (UTC)
I'll go rummage up those old pictures and heck, I'll even scan 'em and put 'em up on my website. Gotta get the first coat of paint on the ceiling in the kitchen and family room first, though. It's a busy next few days, painting, installing lights and fans, cleaning, getting out the Christmas decorations. suemac's hosting a church womens' Christmas party Sunday after next and I've gotta get this painting and electrical work done.

Yes I remember those books! Mom dug that book out of her keepsakes and sent it to me a while back. Mine was about a little boy who ate too much, got sick, and went to the doctor. I remember copyingbasing the look of my character on the protagonist of Tom Rowe's book, 'cause his drawing was better than mine. :-)

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