Nov
01

Nablopomolopo.

So, yes. Today is the start of NaBloplobomolo. Naplomobo. Namolopobo.
Well, here:
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This means I will be posting every day from now until the end of the month. What will I be posting, you ask? Ha! Wouldn’t you like to know! {You and me both.}
My guess is that it will be a delightful combination of whining and whimsy. But that’s just a guess.

Tune in tomorrow, and in the mean time, please enjoy the first fifteen of what will eventually be the ubiquitous 100 Things About Me:

1. I was born at 7:25 a.m. on Halloween morning in Boston, in the hospital where they filmed the television series “St. Elsewhere.”
2. I was nearly named Atalanta, after a character from Free to Be You and Me.
3. My first words were “Hi!” and “What’s that?”
4. When I was five I was in an Arbor Day commercial, planting a tree while wearing my purple Members Only jacket.
5. In kindergarten I began a “Kids Have Rights” campaign.
6. This involved much what one would expect: a children’s bill of rights and an organized boycott of naptime.
7. The campaign began when my teacher confiscated a toy I brought to school.
8. She refused to return it, even when I reminded her that her actions were illegal—Seizing the property of another? That’s larceny, my friend.
9. In retaliation, I ransacked the art supplies cabinet, stuffing stolen pencils and note cards under my coat. They fell out as I ran for the bus, and I was apprehended.
10. My mother was horrified, my father gleeful. His response? “Sock it to ‘em, kiddo!”
11. Other things I got in trouble for in kindergarten include skipping school, giving a presentation to my classmates regarding the Miracle of Life, and completing an art project wherein we were to represent our initials in glitter and glue–my final project was a piece of red construction paper, bearing the word “ASS” in large, glittery letters.
12. The first and last letters were indeed my initials, and I insisted that my middle name was Susan.
13. My middle name is Michel.
14. Kindergarten was a hard year for me.
15. Some of my hobbies when I was five: Jumping rope, listening to Thriller on my record player, winning birthday party dance contests by doing the moonwalk, and assembling a rock collection culled entirely from rocks chipped out of the blacktop with a crochet hook.

By Alexa | Posted in Ceci N'est Pas Une Ecrivaine |