This is the view from my garden. And the sad thing is, I don’t have time to go out and enjoy it all. I’m stuck inside writing. Not one but two papers are due tomorrow. Blogging should be the last thing on my mind. Please don’t tell on me, I’m being a bad girl.
Danica at Coccoinelle tagged anyone how felt like striping a few layers by listing ten honest truths about oneself. Well here goes:
1. I drink way to much coffee. I cannot pass up my beloved Gaggia machine without making myself a cup. 2. Sometimes I think I’m just too happy with my own company. I’ve hardly done anything social, other than work, since X-mas. 3. I never thought I would marry, but I did. 4. I never thought I would have children, but I did. 5. I wish I danced the ballet when I grew up. But I grew up in the countryside where there where now classes. So now my daughter is taking classes. Kind of pathetic, but she loves it. 6. Books are my drug. Any shape or form. 7. I’m the worst vegetarian ever. I eat whatever I get served when I’m out. I can’t bring myself to say I don’t eat it. 8. I’m a socialist and feminist. 9. When I travel, I don’t want to look like a tourist. Which is hard most of the time considering I’m blond, white skinned with a broad American accent ( I lived in New Orleans for three years). 10. I hate reality television shows. I watch documentaries and proper English crime series like Poirot…and I listen to radio channels that play no popular music at all……. And I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I’m like and old person in a 35-year-old body.