Just an hour ago, I clicked on the “purchase” button at the online Apple store, spending $1700+ dollars on a new MacBook Air. Hence the Apple logo, the insatiably voracious version of Pac Man.
Munch, munch, munch out of my budget…
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So HeyLookaWriterFellow issued a challenge. If I would post how my son feels about books written by celebrities for kids, he would create a one-of-a-kind stamp for my son.
My son says…
Take a look at the Boycott Celebrity Children’s Books Acronym Contest at the above URL. He’s got some fantabulous entries!!
Tag, Mike. You’re it!
I just posted this on the Dogpatch Writers Collective, but I thought I’d share this on my blog, too. The women at VIDA have their work cut out for them.
When my son came out of his bedroom this morning wearing black sweatpants tucked into the tops of his yellow soccer socks and a red shirt to celebrate family heritage day at school, I knew I had to step up to the challenge—by making some German delicacy that kids and parents would actually eat and not just leave on their plates at the potluck.
I’ve come to hate potlucks. I have a busy life. I can’t spend all my time in the kitchen. But it goes against every moral fiber my mother sewed into me to show up at a potluck with food purchased from a store. I recall her dissing our relatives the first time they brought KFC instead of home-fried chicken to a family reunion. “Hmmmm, will you look at that?” she said.
Until I saw my little German flag walking around our house, I was prepared to go empty handed except for the sugar cookies I’d promised to bring. But those cookies weren’t German, and that little flag was waving a saucy corner at me, a silent Teutonic reminder to “play by the rules” and “make an effort.” Continue reading
