Wednesday, January 25, 2006

I do not like...

...my daughter waking me up in the night 3 times in one week. I thought she had outgrown that.

...my husband tricking me into getting up at 8 am on Sunday. He refused to believe that “cotton on to” (1) was a legitimate usage, and being too much of a reference-nerd to let that pass, I was forced to get up and prove him wrong.

...discovering our cats lounging on the dining-room table when I went to look in the dictionary.

...the tree at the bus stop in town. It is covered in enormous spikes that could be really dangerous if I were a foot taller. And the equally enormous pods it drops (as long as my forearm) look like they could be incubators for alien beings.

...clouds. True, it is officially -1C (about 30F), but it feels colder than when it was officially -5C (about 23F). I hate you, clouds.

(1) from Merriam-Webster online:

cotton
Function: intransitive verb
1 : to take a liking -- used with to <cottons to people easily>
2 : to come to understand -- used with to or on to <cottoned on to the fact that our children work furiously -- H. M. McLuhan>

I like...

...the neighbor’s yard. It is full of garden gnomes, including 2 sets of Snow White and the 7 dwarfs.

...the little carvings on buildings around town, like the faces and shields above the doors to a bookstore.

...the record store near the English Department. Any shop that makes me want to run out and buy a turntable so I can buy Born to Add and Pet Sounds from them is all right by me.

...one of the dresses at the infamous Marriage Royale. It’s white with gold, lacy trim. It looks like something Bj√∂rk would wear if her swan were at the cleaners. It makes me happy.

...sunshine on a cold day. And it has been COLD. The high pressure front that had Russia locked in ice is now hovering over the rest of Europe. Today was a balmy 30F, but when I left the house yesterday morning, it was about 23F. As long as Mr. Sunshine is there, though, I am happy as a clam wrapped in a balaclava.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Hannah Breaks Hearts

Hannah told John last week that she didn’t want him to read to her at bedtime anymore because she is too big for that now. *crack*

Tonight she was doing her division problems like a champ. I asked if she had been practicing her multiplication, and she said, “Yeah, with Dad.” She never wants to with me. *crack*

We’re sobbing on the inside.