As I mentioned earlier, there were three smoke bombs set off in the Montreal Metro this morning and the news says they're on the look out for the suspects. I hope I'm not one of them. Because after all my train drama, I think I look pretty sketchy.
1. I arrive at the station WAY before the train leaves.
2. I am constantly checking my phone (google mapping actually.)
3. I suspiciously avoid all eye contact (ya, thanks for that advice, Mom!)
4. I carry a ridiculously LARGE bag.
Check this. I'm like Quasimodo. And my limp from all the blisters, thanks to my NEW red shoes, isn't helping.
1. I arrive at the station WAY before the train leaves.
2. I am constantly checking my phone (google mapping actually.)
3. I suspiciously avoid all eye contact (ya, thanks for that advice, Mom!)
4. I carry a ridiculously LARGE bag.
Check this. I'm like Quasimodo. And my limp from all the blisters, thanks to my NEW red shoes, isn't helping.
So in case anyone other than you guys is reading this blog, I thought I should itemize exactly what I've been lugging around this whole Book Week tour.
Yes, the blog has hit a new low. We're discussing "what's in my purse".
Yes, the blog has hit a new low. We're discussing "what's in my purse".
Et voila!
Top row: my "writing workshop" stations ( 15 laminated stations, 36 laminated photos, 20 laminated first sentences, Uhu sticky tack) and a box to carry them.
Mid row: laptop, hard copies of everything I'm supposed to be doing (just in case my phone dies), my grade 11 short story that became Greener Grass, computer wires and plugs, my coffee traveler mug, the bag itself -- which weighs a ton even when it's empty. What the heck?
Front row: Purse, wallet, pens, jump stick, mobile internet key, camera, lipsticks I forget to put on, FOUR novels, a sample journal, about a 100 bookmarks, a Costco-sized umbrella, my iPhone, the map.
Can you believe I carry that stuff around with me all day?!
Now you observant folks might have noticed one interesting item I didn't mention, the one siting next to my map.... the Crown Royal bag.
No, I'm not bringing a little something to "take off the edge"... but now that you mention it.... no, no, seriously, it's a bag of "bizarre things".
Like my whole bag isn't full of them. Like my whole life isn't full of them.
Top row: my "writing workshop" stations ( 15 laminated stations, 36 laminated photos, 20 laminated first sentences, Uhu sticky tack) and a box to carry them.
Mid row: laptop, hard copies of everything I'm supposed to be doing (just in case my phone dies), my grade 11 short story that became Greener Grass, computer wires and plugs, my coffee traveler mug, the bag itself -- which weighs a ton even when it's empty. What the heck?
Front row: Purse, wallet, pens, jump stick, mobile internet key, camera, lipsticks I forget to put on, FOUR novels, a sample journal, about a 100 bookmarks, a Costco-sized umbrella, my iPhone, the map.
Can you believe I carry that stuff around with me all day?!
Now you observant folks might have noticed one interesting item I didn't mention, the one siting next to my map.... the Crown Royal bag.
No, I'm not bringing a little something to "take off the edge"... but now that you mention it.... no, no, seriously, it's a bag of "bizarre things".
Like my whole bag isn't full of them. Like my whole life isn't full of them.
Actually, they are prompts for my "thingamabob" station in the writing workshop.
And I know what you're thinking. And no, it's not a real million dollar bill. (There's always one kid that asks that -- I figured it would be you.)
Would I leave a million dollar bill just lying around? And if I had one, would I really be limping and lugging my way around the smoke filled subway stations of Montreal?
Think about it, kid. Geez.
I also have a jolly lawn gnome, but I left him at home. (No, not Tony, an actual plastic lawn gnome. But Tony is a jolly guy and he does like hanging out in the garden. Just saying.)
All in all... whether it's that top photo, the Scrabble row, or this entire post... it's really just a cry for help.
And I know what you're thinking. And no, it's not a real million dollar bill. (There's always one kid that asks that -- I figured it would be you.)
Would I leave a million dollar bill just lying around? And if I had one, would I really be limping and lugging my way around the smoke filled subway stations of Montreal?
Think about it, kid. Geez.
I also have a jolly lawn gnome, but I left him at home. (No, not Tony, an actual plastic lawn gnome. But Tony is a jolly guy and he does like hanging out in the garden. Just saying.)
All in all... whether it's that top photo, the Scrabble row, or this entire post... it's really just a cry for help.