My mother called me today.
“Guess what I did today? (guilty giggle)”
“What? (accusatory tone)”
“I went to Barnes and Noble to find your book.”
“Was it there?”
“It was, but it was waaaay in the back of the store and then waaaay up on a high shelf.”
“Yes, well that is where the running section is.”
“Well I think you should be up front.”
“I know you do, you are my mother.”
“I had to get on a stool to reach your book.”
“You are kinda short.”
“AND it was just filed with the other books, it wasn’t even facing forward so you could see the front!”
“Well, there are a lot of books.”
“I took one book and faced it forward on the shelf, so everyone can see the front. Then I took the other one up to the front of the store and put it on a table up there. Dad said I’m not allowed to do that, but I said who is going to stop me?”
“You are a rebel.”
“I was going to put it on the Exciting New Releases table but I thought that might be too bold.”
“Yes, we don’t want to go too far.”
“I’m retired, I could go to every store in the city and do this.”
“Maybe you could set up displays and stuff?”
“And lights! Christmas lights!”
“Yes, that would be classy.”
My mom is my biggest fan. And strangely, she is the only one I will really ever need.
(As long as she really does go store to store and move my books...)
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Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Random Award
Today I got the most random e-mail from a woman who was my 7th grade teacher. She apparently saw the article in the paper about me the other day, went and picked up my book, was halfway through the book and then realized that my name sounded familiar. Then she looked me up in a yearbook and saw that she used to teach me. THEN she e-mailed me to tell me that she is ridiculously random.
How cool is this?
I actually remember this teacher. I liked her a lot. I remember her being very young and very kind. This stood out, because quite frankly, most of my teachers were old and not very nice. Of course by “old” I probably mean they were like 40 (gasp!). And if I actually thought she was young she must have been REALLY young.
Anywho, this teacher was one of many people that contacted me after they read the newspaper article. But she was definitely the most unexpected. And she definitely put the biggest smile on my face.
On another note, I think that the newspaper marks a very clear distinction between my generation and my parents’ generation. And by this I mean my generation doesn’t read the newspaper and my parents’ generation does. Everyone who read the article was of, let’s just say, an older generation. Not OLD necessarily, but not one of my friends contacted me to say they had read the article. They all said, “My mom just called and said you are in the paper.”
This might be something that newspapers should consider a bit alarming. But then again, maybe I just hang out with stupid people and other smart people in my generation are actually reading the paper...that is a very real possibility.
How cool is this?
I actually remember this teacher. I liked her a lot. I remember her being very young and very kind. This stood out, because quite frankly, most of my teachers were old and not very nice. Of course by “old” I probably mean they were like 40 (gasp!). And if I actually thought she was young she must have been REALLY young.
Anywho, this teacher was one of many people that contacted me after they read the newspaper article. But she was definitely the most unexpected. And she definitely put the biggest smile on my face.
On another note, I think that the newspaper marks a very clear distinction between my generation and my parents’ generation. And by this I mean my generation doesn’t read the newspaper and my parents’ generation does. Everyone who read the article was of, let’s just say, an older generation. Not OLD necessarily, but not one of my friends contacted me to say they had read the article. They all said, “My mom just called and said you are in the paper.”
This might be something that newspapers should consider a bit alarming. But then again, maybe I just hang out with stupid people and other smart people in my generation are actually reading the paper...that is a very real possibility.
Monday, January 1, 2007
Get off your butt.
This is the first in many a blog to come. Please try to control your excitement.
It is January 1st, 2007 today. A new year. I’m supposed to have resolutions. Instead I have resolution: I’m going to take off from my home in Sacramento in February and 8 weeks later I’m going to arrive in New Orleans. Along the way I resolve to make a difference in the lives of New Orleans residents.
(Maybe it would have been easier to just resolve to go to the gym more often.)
But no, I’ve never been one to take the easy route. So in less than two months I will head off in an effort to raise money and awareness and excitement and compassion for the New Orleans area. I’m gonna need a lot of help, so hopefully some of you reading this will resolve to help me with my trip across the grand ol’ USA. (Believe me, it will be a lot more fun than going to the gym.)
I am getting corporate and private donors to sponsor every mile we walk on our way to New Orleans. WE walk. As in YOU and ME. If I can convince enough people to walk with me as I’m moving through their town then we can raise a lot of money for the rebuilding of New Orleans. If not, well then I’m just a girl who spent 8 weeks walking by herself. But then again, I’m sure it will help me lose the holiday weight I’ve put on, so it will still be time well-spent.
At the end of my adventure across the country we will walk into New Orleans. WE. As in you and me and everyone we know. We will walk into New Orleans and we’ll stay there for a week and volunteer with Habitat for Humanity. We are quite productive, you and I, what with all the walking AND the building. We sure do know how to make a good resolution.
This is the first post. There will be many more. Hopefully you will be in some of them with me...
Go to www.dreaminmotion.net to get more info on this trip and how to get off your butt and join us. As we dream, in motion.
It is January 1st, 2007 today. A new year. I’m supposed to have resolutions. Instead I have resolution: I’m going to take off from my home in Sacramento in February and 8 weeks later I’m going to arrive in New Orleans. Along the way I resolve to make a difference in the lives of New Orleans residents.
(Maybe it would have been easier to just resolve to go to the gym more often.)
But no, I’ve never been one to take the easy route. So in less than two months I will head off in an effort to raise money and awareness and excitement and compassion for the New Orleans area. I’m gonna need a lot of help, so hopefully some of you reading this will resolve to help me with my trip across the grand ol’ USA. (Believe me, it will be a lot more fun than going to the gym.)
I am getting corporate and private donors to sponsor every mile we walk on our way to New Orleans. WE walk. As in YOU and ME. If I can convince enough people to walk with me as I’m moving through their town then we can raise a lot of money for the rebuilding of New Orleans. If not, well then I’m just a girl who spent 8 weeks walking by herself. But then again, I’m sure it will help me lose the holiday weight I’ve put on, so it will still be time well-spent.
At the end of my adventure across the country we will walk into New Orleans. WE. As in you and me and everyone we know. We will walk into New Orleans and we’ll stay there for a week and volunteer with Habitat for Humanity. We are quite productive, you and I, what with all the walking AND the building. We sure do know how to make a good resolution.
This is the first post. There will be many more. Hopefully you will be in some of them with me...
Go to www.dreaminmotion.net to get more info on this trip and how to get off your butt and join us. As we dream, in motion.
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