The Common Room's Deputy Headmistress tagged me to list seven things I can't do, seven movies, seven things I say too much and so on. I have been having trouble with this! Some things that should go on the lists are too personal to post on a blog, but leaving them off completely is awkward too.
So here are my lists, incomplete but the best I can do.
Things to do before I die
1. Find a way of remembering the difference between further and farther.
2. Visit all those galleries in Europe.
3. Read all the books for every single year of Ambleside Online.
Things I cannot do
2. Work a yo-yo
3. Wear pointy-toed high heels
Things that attract me to my husband
1. He doesn't watch sports on TV
2. He's a very decisive shopper (he's even good at picking kids' shoes)
3. He still has hair
4. He has chips-and-pop-and-card parties with the kids when I go to meetings
5. He can install just about anything
6. He insists on comparing us to almost every couple we watch on TV or in a movie (my favourite is when he said the two of us were very much like Herman and Lily Munster)
Seven Things I Say Most Often
I had no idea what to put for this so I very gingerly asked two of the Squirrelings to write down what they thought (under threat of coal in their stockings if they wrote anything really embarrassing). Here's The Apprentice's List:
1. "Television is not a right, it is a privilege and it can be taken away." (My note: did I ever really say that??)
2. "Look what the DHM put on her blog!"
3. "Let's sing ANOTHER Advent song."
4. "Those Bratz dolls are hideous."
5. "That was NOT a good prayer." (My explanation: I am not attempting to criticize anyone else's theology, but I do say it if someone rattles off grace a little too fast.)
6. "Apprentice, get off of your tush and do some work."
7. "When I was a kid, there were quality toys in the stores." (I'm not sure about the truth of that one...toys of the seventies were only slightly less junky than the ones sold now. We had our share of things that took ten batteries or broke after two days.)
Here's Ponytails' list, written all by herself with The Apprentice as spellchecker.
1. "I love you, Ponytails. Kiss, hug."
2. "I like you, Ponytails."
3. "Let's eat."
4. "New stuff in the shops are junk."
5. "Charlotte Mason is great."
6. "Do some school work, Apprentice."
7. "I love you, Apprentice. Kiss, hug."
Seven books (or series) I love
I'm still working on this one. Somewhere on the list would be Great Expectations, Pilgrim's Progress, Mrs. Tittlemouse, Saint Maybe, Hercule Poirot mysteries, and What is a Family?. But there are a lot of others that I could put in just as easily.
Seven movies I watch over and over again (or would watch over and over if I had the time)
Again this is really hard, because Mr. Fixit and I watch a lot of movies on T.V. Mr. Fixit will tape something in the middle of the night and then we'll watch part of it late in the evening (sometimes it takes us several nights to get through one movie). Some of them are great, some are okay, some are such stinkers that we quit watching after a few minutes.
I would vote for anything with Alec Guinness (like The Lavender Hill Mob or Our Man in Havana), any good police or courtroom movie (I liked A Few Good Men and My Cousin Vinny, except for the language), anything I've seen so far with Emma Thompson in it (with a nod there to the DHM), and Veggie Tales' Jonah. And most of the mushy Christmas movies that Mr. Fixit WON'T watch with me. And most of the mushy musicals, ditto.
Seven people I want to join in, too
First, The Apprentice, because I know she really wants to play! After that, it's a free-for-all. If you want to put your brain on the rack writing one of these, you're welcome to play.
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