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Written by Ann Dee Ellis
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Thursday, 19 February 2009 |
This week we have Ms. Lucy.
Lucy has three brothers and a couple of parents.
She
enjoys chick flicks and long walks on the beach. She went snowboarding
last week on Valentines Day which can be very romantic.
Her favorite TV shows are the Office and 30 Rock and she has red hair. Here is a picture of her:
Is she scared? Surprised? Nervous? We don't know.
Here's another picture of her:
Cute. Very cute. Okay. Now for the interview. Lucy and I did this via facebook so please, bear with us. |
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Written by Ann Dee Ellis
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Friday, 13 February 2009 |
Hello Lovelies.
Happy Valentines and all that.
In
honor of the season, I decided that this week's reader of the week
should be my Valentine. Isn't that cute? Thanks. We met on a blind
date--an incredibly awkward, weird, and surprising blind date. Six
years and two kids later, we are still a little awkward, weird and
surprising. You'll see what I mean.
So, without further ado, I present, this guy:
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Written by Ann Dee Ellis
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Thursday, 05 February 2009 |
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Yay! The return of the Reader of the Week. Whoa, baby, am I excited. I
like doing these interviews for a lot of reasons: I like readers, I am
a reader, I like getting to know people on a deeper, more readerly
level, and last but not least, because it's, ummmmm, fun.
This
week's reader of the week is my friend Brooke. Brooke and I have been
acquaintances for many years due to our mutual friend (and her
sister-in-law) Kathy.
I have always admired Brooke's quiet confidence and impeccable style.
She's modest, smart, and funny. Just recently we've gotten to know each
other better through blogs and such (thank you, internet) and I am
excited to let you get to know her too! And so . . . here we go.
First off, here's Brooke:
See what I mean? Now for the interview . . .
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Written by Ann Dee Ellis
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Monday, 02 February 2009 |
Hi.
Remember me?
Two years ago we met and I taught my mom about eating books.
Just kidding.
It wasn't me. It was my brother.
I'm new.
So is this book.
My brother (formerly known as Mr. Baby) tried to talk me into eating it. Eating it? Crazy.
I may be young but I am not gullible.
Books are for reading, not eating. Sheesh.
Though it did make me drool a little.
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Written by Ann Dee Ellis
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Wednesday, 28 January 2009 |
Some of you may know that when I was single I'd sometimes "go on
retreat." This meant I didn't answer my phone, I didn't answer email, I
didn't answer the door, and I'd hide in the dark so no one would know I
was home. Basically, I'd lay around and feel sad and wear the same
clothes and not shower and eat lots and lots of anything I could find
and watch Lifetime for Women.
Sometimes this would last for a day.
Sometimes a weekend.
If I was really bad? A week.
I found something out recently, shhhhh, you can't go on retreat with kids.
It's
true. I've tried. Some days I wake up and I feel so retreatish it's not
even funny. I want to stay in bed and hide. But then someone is pulling
the covers off my head and saying, "pease, momma? Pease? Oatmilk?" and
another is kicking in his bassinet and smiling and I have to get out of
bed and act like a mom. Usually I can sort of rally. Maybe I don't get
dressed really, maybe I don't shower, maybe I eat my way through the
pantry, but I'm still up. I'm still sort of playing Legos.
Well,
recently I've had a few of these days. I decided in my head that I had
to make up a new kind of retreat since laying in bed isn't really an
option.
So here's my first step: I am going to have myself a triathlon.
In two months, let's say March 28th? At like nine?
I'm going to run around my neighborhood six times. That equals three miles about.
Then I'm going to get on my big heavy old mountain bike and ride to the rec center.
Then
I'm going to pay three dollars and run into the locker room and change
my clothes. Maybe I won't even use a dressing room like those large old
ladies who used to walk around naked at my hometown rec center locker
room with their boobs swinging and their fat hanging off and they
didn't even care. I was terrified for them but also secretly jealous.
That they could laugh and change into their big flowered swimming suits
and talk about the weather and not care about their cottage cheese.
Maybe
I'll do that. Or maybe I'll still change in the dressing room. But
either way, I'm going to get in my swimming suit and then I'm going to
swim 800 meters in the pool.
It may take me four hundred hours but I'm going to do it.
I'll tell you step number two when I figure it out. It has to do with writing I hope. |
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